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Hospitals are horrible places. Full of the ill and the dying. Why anyone would want to wind up there is beyond me. When I go, it won't be lying on my back moaning. I'll go as I came into the world - kicking and screaming. And, if I have my way, it won't be for a good, long while yet....
Funny how the advancing years affect you, and I ain't talking about bowel control. I'm sure you've heard enough about the goings on in my guts lately. They're still exploding, y'know - but it's more to do with the usual things like blind panic when there's tax to settle, or old scores, rather than any real medical worries at the moment....
After a recent bout of sickness, it appears I must have a camera inserted to check my colon, which they tell me is the cause of my malaise. A young oriental female doctor was kind enough to pop her finger up my bum - whether she sniffed it or not afterwards I couldn't say, for my eyes were still tightly shut and my head still in a daze....
You all know me, gentle readers. I tell it like it is - I call a spade a spade and then make a dash for it. Occasionally, by a predetermined and well-planned exit - more often in a blind panicked whirl of sheer funk. But it appears that this time I've put my size 10s in the brown squishy stuff once too often, and I fear it may lead to my final doom....
The management would like it to be made known that this Web Log started in May, and we apologise for the lack of any posts during the month of August.
We have been assured that as soon as the whereabouts of Mr. Flashman have been ascertained, his Blog will return in its usual irregular yet highly entertaining fashion during the month of September....
In a few weeks time I'll be stretched out on the beach, sipping a sangria (probably spilling it all over t'shop seeing as how I'll be stretched out), eyeing up the totty wondering which ones to mount, while you lot are busy scratching a living, scratting through the bins or whatever it is ordinary folk get up to with their lives these days....
Took Sir Archie to school last night, and it was a real treat - for me, anyroad. Poor ol' Archie, blaming his inability to cope with my ferocious serves on his dodgy knees and, following on from a 'low net' last time, a 'high net' this time! It all boils down to skill, Leach, and who wants it most....
I'm one of those irritating bastards (what do you mean 'Stop there, Flashy'?) who picks up sports at a canter - almost as quick as I pick up the fillies, but not quite - and my prowess in all fields from tennis to golf can prove rather irritating for those set against me....
Interesting letter to kick us off this time, from a Penny Forem, all the way from Barnstaple. Penny asks : "If you could invite four folk to dinner, who would they be?"
It's an old chestnut, but a good chestnut nonetheless. A roasted one at Christmas, almost....
Spent a little bit too much time worshipping the sun over t'weekend and it appears to have been to my cost. I have been diagnosed with bally sunstroke of all things, which is a real bind when the weather's so hot and one yearns for the outdoors with its cool beers and dollybirds in their skimpies....
Favorite band member:Freddie Mercury
Favorite Album:A Day At The Races
Queen fan since:Overnight.
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