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What I’ve Done This Week #47…

I got to thinking about killing Hitler this morning – not in a real world sense, of course, but a conversation about the Christmas armistice of World War One got my creative juices flowing. I think there is some comedy to be mined in that scenario.

I am slowly plodding along with my challenge tales, but this week has been mostly about the mystery of Last Chance Lagoon. The only trouble is that it has now bloated to over 1100 words, which is a wee bit longer than I had anticipated it would be. Still, every story is fluid until you put a cap on it, so I won’t stress too much about it. And if it wants (or needs) to grow from there, all I can do is put the words down.

The other two are still moving forward, although not with the same fervour. Juggling several pieces at once is bound to have its ebbs and flows, so I’m not worried about it. This time next week it would not surprise me if the words were coming thick and fast for one of the others.


I went to see the doctor today for this wart-like thing I have on my head. It has been there for years – maybe even decades – and I’ve never really felt the need to do anything about it. Lately it has been annoying me, and I often feel I’m just a slip of the finger away from yanking it off unintentionally.

The doctor gave it a quick examination and then told me the best way to deal with it was to freeze it off at a temperature of minus 196 degrees. So… pretty cold, right? He said it would sting a little, but he was wrong: it hurt quite a bit. It was like a bunch of very sharp needles attacking me all at once. I’m not even sure it’s safe to pour liquid nitrogen on a person’s head without taking precautions!

Anyway, he said it should fall off within a couple of weeks, and I have another appointment just before Christmas so he can see how it’s progressing.

Going Under the Knife…

I went to see the consultant today for the third time, about my sinus issues, and it looks like a two hour operation is the only way to fix it.

Back in the early part of 2019 I was put on a course of steroids and antibiotics, and for a month or so it worked. My nose wasn’t blocked and I regained my sense of smell. Unfortunately the relief was only temporary, and it soon went back to the way it had been before.

I have never had an operation so I’m a little apprehensive about it, but it seems as though if I want any kind of normality in that area again it’s something I am going to have to do. I’ll need to set my nerves to one side, man up, and get it done.

It’s under a general anaesthetic, so that will be another first, but fortunately The Fiancée© will be there to hold my hand and be my chauffeur for the following few days…

…or, you know, however long it takes me to recover.

New Wheels…

Last week The Fiancée© bought a new car. It had been a long time coming – she had put almost a hundred thousand miles on her Peugeot – and, although I don’t really need to be following in her footsteps… I’m a little jealous of her upgrade.

I’ve had my chariot for a decade, and while she doesn’t have nearly as many miles on her clock as her did, ten years is longer than any romantic relationship I’ve had, and my car has given me less bother than most of those too. I think perhaps that it is time to move on to a younger, more buxom model.

But let’s get through Christmas first.

The Bishop of Liverpool…

The Fiancée© pulled a few strings and managed to get us on the guest list for John Bishop, who was performing last night… so there’s one reason to continue along this path with her.

It was a good show, even if his accent was a bit difficult to muddle through on occasion. He has a very relaxed presentation, and he sits down for most of his time on stage, so it just feels like one of your mates sitting in your living room.

There was a lot of Brexit stuff, but if that isn’t your bag most of the rest of the show was about marriage and relationships, including some priceless audience interaction that shows Bishop has the comedic chops to handle even the most awkward of situations.


My mum had a heart attack on Thursday night. She was travelling back home from London, and it happened just before the plane landed in Aberdeen. She’s had a stent put in, and she seems a lot better now, but she’s still in hospital for the next couple of days.

I was told it was a ‘mild’ one, but no matter what qualifier the doctors use to categorise it, it’s still a heart attack, and they are never going to be pleasant. It’s also scary to find a text at 5.30 in the morning from your mother detailing such.

My mum is a bit of a stresser. She worries about lots of things – most of which does not directly concern her and that she has no control over anyway.

She’ll be fine. She just needs to take it easy and focus on her own little corner of the universe for a change.

The Less Famous Comic Called Russell…

Last night I went to see the British comic, Russell Kane. I have only seen a handful of comedians perform on stage because I can be quite particular about who I find funny, but I’m glad I went. The guy is pretty good.

He took to the stage at 7.30 (at the newly refurbished Music Hall here in Aberdeen) and maybe a hundred thousand words later, he was out of there by 10. No support; no elaborate stage. Just him and a microphone.

You see, Russell Kane likes to talk. And talk. And talk. Now that would just come off as annoying if he didn’t have anything interesting to say, but thankfully Kane has a lot of stories to tell, most of which had me laughing and nodding in agreement – whether it was the misuse of social media, the (un)importance of greeting cards, or his wife’s drunken antics.

Recommended if he comes to your town, and you’re short of a smile.