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[Zippy]

Hi NF and - blimey - SallyAnne. When are you coming out for a pint girl?

[NickFitz]

Crikey NF that's not great. Mind you, if nothing has shown up in the scans or biopsies that should be cause for a lot of optimism.

Edit: I believe quite a few older gents have prostate trouble?

Thanks Zip

Unfortunately, it's the other way round: the fact that all the other tests he's had over the past couple of years didn't show anything, combined with the blood levels of whatever-it-is, suggest that there is something cancerous in there, but it's too deep-seated to be found by those other tests

Still, it's still at a level where more invasive surgery may well be able to fix things, so fingers crossed

[NickFitz]

Oh dear indeed
Fingers crossed

Thanks 5*

[NickFitz]

uh oh. chin up. fingers crossed & best of luck to you and yours.

Thanks to you too, DS

[NickFitz]

when is the operation nf?

It's all a bit unclear at the moment - it could be February, but the consultant has said he'll try to get him in in January. The fact of him having had two myocardial infarctions (my Dad, not the consultant) probably won't be a major problem, though it does mean further consultation with the anaesthetist

[NickFitz]

it'll be a tv sitcom before long i reckon.

Most people don't realise how many successful TV comedies started on Radio 4.

HAGNFY == The News Quiz. That Mitchell and Webb Look == That Mitchell and Webb Sound, and incidentally gives us Peep Show. The League of Gentlemen == The League of Gentlemen. Dead Ringers == Dead Ringers. I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue == ... guess what.

Et cetera, ad infinitum

[NickFitz]

he lost the soup taste test competition though

Does he know where he last had it?

"I've had soup du jour before, and it didn't taste like this "

[Zippy]

What did you actually have for dinner NF? I had curry again!

[Zippy]

I shouldn't have used the word actually there ...

[NickFitz]

What did you actually have for dinner NF? I had curry again!

Oh, don't get me started on dinner

Due to some fsck-up involving constant waves of large groups of punters turning up, my dinner apparently got left sitting on a shelf somewhere for about fifteen minutes before it was brought to me, meaning that it varied along its length from lukewarm to room temperature.

Of course, this meant that it started to dry out. A trip back to the kitchen microwave warmed it up, but merely accelerated the drying process. All in all, it wasn't at its best

Still, they gave me a free pint and an apology, and I know such things are very uncommon there, so I'll let them off.

One thing I did appreciate: when the gaffer came on (John's son tonight), the staff themselves told him all about it without any word from me. I only found out that he knew when I next went to the bar. It's damn good when the staff feel able to tell the boss that things have gone wrong, so that he can try to put them right