Sunday night and the club is packed. David Scott - the compere and George – one of the committee men have worked amazingly hard to make it work.The show is sold out and the room is full and people are being turned away. When I worked there I filled the hall a few times with gala shows and what used to annoy me was people would not get tickets until late on. Everyone would ask “how many tickets sold” Thirty or so. And they would leave it till the last minute but David has got round people and sold them before.
The first singer is a Celine Dion tribute. She looks the part and sings the songs extremely well. I look at the hall and listen to the songs and get a little bit maudlin. It’s not so much the big ‘C’ that is making me so – just the fact that we have all got to shuffle off the mortal coil eventually and nights like this make me realise that what I will miss most is good company, good music and a couple of pints of the foaming ale.
We are sat at the front and my chair is right at the end of the table and evertime someone walks past they grab my shoulder as a gesture of solidarity. I have made my predicament known in the community because I don’t want rumours to start about my situation. I also want people to be more open about cancer and get diagnosed early enough to give themselves the best chance of cure. Thousands die of bowel cancer because they don’t want to talk poo and endure the intimacy of treatment that has to happen. Well get on with it I say. One of the TV doctors was on about bowel cancer screening – and said how difficult people find it chasing poo around a lavatory pan. He suggested a paper plate in the bowl to drop the faeces on and then you can shovel away to your hearts content.
Tim was upset because they wouldn’t let him in the hall so he had to stay upstairs with his mate Adamski the Weird.
Picko was in the club but he hadn’t seen my blog where I mentioned his “my name is Picko” on the bingo boards. I tell him that if he had seen it he wouldn’t be talking to me now. I not ehta he has now responded and has won £60 playing bingo and he says he looks good in a dress, Not something I would broadcast - but each to his own.
I have overlaid and missed the Lancaster and Spitfire show. Tim is still on about the bouncing bomb – he started it yesterday but then I get the blame.
My mother’s family were extremely talented in that they could solve problems and make things with their hands that were incredibly detailed and useful. Jack was the engineer – he could fix most things mechanical and the metalwork he turned on his lathe was unbelievably accurate. Tim and Bill were basically woodworkers but having their own boatbuilding business meant they turned their hands to everything. One of ther boats – the Zander which is a water wag – a type of sailing dinghy is in a museum in Cornwall bearing the legend Gammon Brothers, Herne Bay , 1947. http://www.nmmc.co.uk/index.php?page=Collections&type=&id=190&choiceid=190
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Your so right about men not going to the doctor Drew, a friend of mines hubby ignored a telling symptom (swollen testicles), so much so that he had to have them removed, if he had gone as soon as the problem started he would still be intact. Intially, when I was diagnosed, I couldn't talk about 'it' to family or friends, probably because I was trying to come to terms with it myself. The place I did turn to was here, the comfort, support and encouragement I recieved was and still is wonderful. I'm ok now and all my friends and family, plus aquaintances have know for a long time. Wishing you to be well, Lindaxx
Taking up your point Drew about chasing poo around the lavatory pan. It reminds me of the time, a few years ago, hubby John and I went to stay with some friends who were living in Germany at the time. On paying my first poo vist to their loo I was horrified to see that the design of the pan meant there was a wide ledge immediately under my bum! This meant that anything deposited there stayed there in all its glory for full inspection until on flushing the system it was cleanly and effectively washed on it's journey on through the sewage plant! Apparently many German loos are designed that way on purpose to allow a full insepction after the event for health reasons. At the time I thought it was very unsighlty and unnecessary but now as I have become very 'movement' conscious I think it was a b***** good idea. These days most british loos seem to be more like 'a long drop' and makes such things difficult! Perhaps we should go into business importing german plumbing fixtures?! Perhaps we could call it Kaisers Khazi's, what do you think? ;-)
Now then if you took a little time to look at the photo's on the notice board in the wellie you will find 1 photo of me in all my glory it was on a charity night in the Black Diamond don't think i would look as good now as i did then but it was for a good cause and we raised a fair amount for Ashlees school
Of course it was for charity John. Of course it was a one off. Well done for supporting Ashlea School. At least I KNOW that I would be the worst transvstite ever. Little Britain your favourite TV (tee hee) programme?
I was told that German loos are designed like that so that they could look for worms which were very prevalent after the first war.
