Had my first game for a few months tonight. Knee still not right (never will be), but structurally okay. Got done a few times because there are some movement adjustments that I just can't make any more. Kicking was better than expected, running generally okay. Pointing and shouting on, err, point.
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Gastritis acting up. First time in years. Burps and farts that are truly satanic in their sulphuric odor. Could do without the nausea and stomach pain.
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Whilst popping out the rubbish and recycling this morning, I absolutely stacked it on the icy concrete steps leading down from the garden. My lower right hand side back took the brunt. Appears just extensive bruising and grazing. Did football coaching this morning but now I’ve stopped it’s really quite sore. I’ve also managed to lose a flip flop (which probably aided the fall).
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Not me and not particularly mundane but my old man, who has fed a number of talkbackers in years gone by, was diagnosed with colon cancer last week and will need a big operation imminently.
He's remarkably philosophical about it all - I don't know whether it's still shock or the fact that he had prostate cancer about 9 years ago and beat it relatively quickly, or the fact that he's edging to his late 70s or that he's seen 7 of his siblings (he was one of 11) pass away over the last 3,4,5 years. It might also be the fact that he thinks he should have been dead several times over as he said to me: "I've been lucky what with having prostate cancer, falling 12 foot off of a ladder and landing onto concrete" (one for another time but 18 months ago he broke 7 ribs in that fall, attempting to trim a conifer)
"and that time I stepped onto the live rail....."
"What?!"
(turns out in the late 60s, when he worked in Brighton, he got bored of having to take the long way around to his digs and decided to make a short cut by cutting a hole in the fence to cross the railway line.......not realising that down south, trains are electrified with a third, live rail which threw him across the rest of the tracks)
Either way, he's not ready to visit Charlie and hopefully Charlie isn't ready to visit him. While it rules him out of pulling a buffet together for this season, he is hopeful of being back for next season's championship campaign
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Really sorry to hear that news Dunc. Fingers crossed 2026 is a year of resistance and overcoming bad stuff for your family
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Do tell him we have never forgotten his great spreads and pass on our best wishes for the operation.
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Loved his great spreads (oo-er) and when i come back to the U.K. we will take you out for a dinner if you are up to it.
And for fucks sake Charlie, take a holiday....
Chicago: Spreading the love.
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I can do better than that. I'm pretty much semi retired now and will likely give up all work in a year or so. Dunc, tell your Dad to hang on for a bit.
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Best wishes for Dunc Senior. Never had the honour of meeting him but he certainly raised a fine gentleman of this parish.
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Thanks everyone, I will pass on your best wishes. In the absence of an operation date, he has gone into Brighton to have a few pints with his oldest friend. I shall head over from the small island (iow) to the big one when it happens.
Think he's more worried about the act of being anaesthetised having never had an operation (except, in his words: "to open my wallet")
