You may be, in fact you are. I am not.
The past week has simply been a queue of people expressing their surprise that I am at this great age. There has been occasions when in the company of the female I have been fortunate to have my big ****ty stick with me.
Tomorrow I visit the hospital for repeat blood tests. Repeat because when I went for the initial tests a few months ago it was put to me that my liver tests suggested I have a drink problem – which quite clearly I don’t and in no uncertain manner put the doctor straight on this issue.
It’s all shít.