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Made a change, but I can't see it catching on. Weirdly, there are rich people who do that kind of thing for the fun of it
Off to the hospital in thirty minutes or so, allowing plenty of time for finding space in the car park and picking my way through the diseased hordes littering the main corridor
Made a change, but I can't see it catching on. Weirdly, there are rich people who do that kind of thing for the fun of it
Off to the hospital in thirty minutes or so, allowing plenty of time for finding space in the car park and picking my way through the diseased hordes littering the main corridor
I remember an interview with Hans whatshisname (the one who started Orange) and he said it made you feel lighter and full of energy.
Made a change, but I can't see it catching on. Weirdly, there are rich people who do that kind of thing for the fun of it
Off to the hospital in thirty minutes or so, allowing plenty of time for finding space in the car park and picking my way through the diseased hordes littering the main corridor
The ZeitFish was very nice, being M&S chunky haddock in breadcrumbs.
Next week will be M&S chunky cod in batter, being a purchasing mistake, and in a fortnight it'll be M&S chunky haddock in batter, this being all they fecking had.
Followed by a somewhat stale Morrisons apple lattice thingy (reduced) with some custard (to attempt to get rid of some more milk and custard powder.
It would appear that I have somewhat of a fetish for custard powder, there being about 5 or 6 cans in the cupboard.
Which is odd since I haven't made much since the milkperson pissed me off by delivering 3 consecutive sour pints, leading to cancellation.
Must eat more custard to get rid of the custard powder before it all passes its BBE.
I trust that NF is enjoying his novel experience.
Can't say I found it a bundle of larfs, all in all, and have studiously ignored every letter the NHS has sent me since inviting me to supply faecal samples.
Well, that was an experience I don't want to go through again in a hurry
The diagrams they show you look just like the ones we drew for O Level Biology, and they're looking in that long straight stretch down the left before the main exit. Turns out the left stretch of my bowel has a few more twists and turns than you see on the diagram, at least on the inside, which took some navigating - the image on the screen that shows the heading of the sigmoidoscope, which appears to be a bit like a drain snake, showed it looping the loop like the Corkscrew at Alton Towers
But with shifting me onto my back and wiggling it around a bit they managed to get it as far up as they wanted, and complimented me on my high tolerance for pain. I didn't like to point out that it isn't a high tolerance, it's just being British and not wanting to make a fuss
Then, when the whole thing was almost over and it was being extracted, she stopped at the final hurdle to waggle it around a bit more, then gestured triumphantly at the screen saying "See that? That's a haemorrhoid, or pile! You probably know that's there, though." Which I agreed I did
Anyway, the whole process proves that I was right to bury my head in the sand and assume that I had a haemorrhoid, rather than some terrible bowel disorder, because they reckoned the thing was in perfectly fine condition other than that
I suppose I should start thinking about dinner now
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