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Just got back from the surgery this morning and my phone rings, It's Andy Sinton phoning me to wish me good luck, unfortunately my phone went again when I was talking to him and It was the hospital, so Andy If your reading this thankyou a thousand times for your call and best wishes but I just had to take the hospital call.
Thank you too to whoever put Andy In touch with me, I'm on a load more drugs as of today so I'm not quite sure what's going on.
Protect, fight, scream and shout to protect our NHS, we'd be lost without It and Its wonderful staff.
Years ago I was stood In the paddocks we were at home to Notts Forest, Stuart Pearce had the ball in front of the dug out, the Forest forward (might have been Ian Woan) had his arm up for the pass, Stuart Pearce looked up and shouted ''you're too deep You're too effing deep''
When John Spencer joined us he scored for us at Elm Park and promptly told us all packed In at away end ''I'm the effing Man, I'm the effing Man''.
At Hillsborough when we won promotion at the final whistle I looked behind me trying to find a couple of lads and a well dressed Woman looked at me and said, ''we done It, we effing done It''
I have so little interest I the Premier league, Its made for television weirdo freaks, who sit In there armchairs all f king day wearing bobble hats and stuffing themselves to death with a variety of different flavored crisps.
I prefer my club and everything that's good or bad about It.
Working class football club Is what we are and long may It remain that way.
Mart I'm gobsmacked for you, I've had quite a few minor strokes and there's no point me waffling any advice re the strokes all I can say with any confidence Is your Wife Is being cared for by the best hard working human beings on this Planet. Last Friday 30th July was my 76th Birthday and I had an appointment at the excellent JR Hospital in Oxford, with my Wife and my youngest Son who drove us there. Went through the body scanner (awful experience) within an hour the Consultant called us In and explained that I have Pancreatic cancer. Okay, right what do we do next? well I've got an oncology appointments booked Immediately the Oncology nurse has got my Wife's number and I'm drowning In new prescription medicine, It's all bit hazy but I look at my Wife and She's In control. Only thing I would suggest and I get the feeling you probably will be doing as soon as you visit your Wife the first thing to do Is have a big smile on your face and hold her hand. I am so so lucky to have the Oxfordshire Health Authority, a nurse wouldn't let me walk out of the Hospital yesterday She took me In the lift down Six floors In a wheelchair and Into the waiting NHS taxi. I was humbled.
I find the music of today to be processed gunge, I bought a DAB radio for the Missus and when she's got It on I can barely stay In the room, If it's not Two DJ's talking absolute bolox to each other all the time thinking they're funny and entertaining (they're not) It's Kylie Minogue singing something about repetitive bilge Water and Pumps breaking down.
I've tried to listen to the bloody thing but It leaves me cold.
I Apologise, I wasn't up to speed with this, I still don't understand or agree with the pension disparity between the British Army pension and the Gurkhas.
Interesting point about his Gurkha service and the reason I say that Is the last I heard the Gurkha's were appallingly refused a British Military Pension. Some so called famous people were fighting their cause. An appalling decision at the time and I still don't know how they got on, these wonderful little Men left their villages In Nepal to join and fight for us British and serve the bloody crown and this Is what they got. It might have been resolved now and I hope It Is but dear oh dear what a way to treat People.
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