Ah, Bisto!

Not one of the better days I've spent. Still you've gotta laugh (I keep on reminding myself this at regular intervals).

If this makes sense to you, fine, if it doesn't don't panic

Between 1986 and 1989 I lived in a part of the world that was far from the most passive environment in the British Isles. At times theoretically I guess it is was downright dangerous. The thing is we never noticed that, sure you'd read the walls and know what was going on around you but it was mixed with a savage sense of humour where football scores represented the dead and simple words reresented the most horrible events. Thing is we laughed, it was all you could do. I got into the health service and liked it because I discovered that my colleagues have almost as sick a sense of humour as me. Sometimes this bites me in the bum. Today I got bitten. Not only that but I got to go to place I didn't want to be. 2003 was shit, Margaret had leukaemia and was on the way out big style, Tom soon followed. My response at the time, more horrid humour. Anything, but anything that made me giggle at the time was good. So if nigh on 4 years on you get offended by anything from then, apologies, I was probably more liverish than usual and my neurons were making more stoopid links than normal, it served to keep me away from issues that were more serious than I like to cope with. If you have a problem with stuff from then, tell me, and I'll remove it happily. It isn't a problem, life is too short, believe me it is too fucking short. And this is too serious by half!