Mary Whitehouse, Jimmy Savile, the 70's were great I tell you, great.
But moving on, have I mentioned I have a hole in my belly? Care of where the direct to bladder catheter was? For eight fucking days. Anyone had one like that? Fucking weird with every false move pulling your insides out.
Just making conversation. I can move on to piss and shit if you want?
Pfft. My cancerous friend trumps that a gazillion times over at the moment. No offence meant. But am all cancer'd out at the moment in all honesty. You may be in shtuk at the moment but believe me it could be worse

Fukkit. Can we have some other topic of conversation cos cancer really doesn't fly well with me at the moment.
Or does that make me a miserable cunt spoilsport?
Fuck. Sorry, SHM. Am not belittling in the slightest but trust me that particular topic really is not doing it for me this week in particular. Is a fukkin vile disease whether it kills ya or not.



