Friday, June 30, 2006

Long long way.

Its a long way to stansted the m11 lasts for miles. We took our main meal at the services on the M6 toll road fair enuff tucker for a motorway for sure. The de salis stansted is one weird gaff. We purchased an overnight with up to 8 day parking place. Cont breakfast is an optional extra. Big highlight for this gaff has been the opening of the monsoon restaurant. It smells good to a hungry traveller with apint of cobra lager. But the gaff could do with a real pub like the the three horse shoes down the road. The girls are in the room doing girls things and me I am happy to blog. I wonder..........How crap was. It before the restaurant opened and ..........will I appreciate the curry aromas with my continental breakfast.

Hot wet sir!

The day starts with a mad rush to get ready for filming and holidays. Rachel and Ian arrive only 20 mins late. First shots its off with cardboard Ken in the garden. Then its sat down pretending to be on a computer. Then pretending to be on the telephone. Then its off to the gym. First off on the rowing machine followed by the treadmill. Then on the bike some dumbell work then rachel asking me about the importance of exercise.
Sorted out the AGM and the north west support group. Then its back home for the food sequences. We talk about meal size preop. We talk about the lack of breakfast preop. Then its cutting up a lasagne (or lorenzo) as me mam calls it. I have to hold it in the right hand whilst spooning it into a rammekin with my right hand. Rachel was lucky she didn't get covered in mince and bechamel. My tremor behaved itself and it got mostly in the pot by the third take. The title of this post was an homage to the phrase "hot wet sir!". Which we heard in a documentary about the parachute regiment. Ian was an officer in the paras - interesting bloke.
Glad its done and hugs and goodbyes. Then jean tries to grab a snooze she's been mad busy packing. I am off to the top in search of soapboxes, congratulations cards and something else which I forgot. Got me driving licence fotos done too. That post office needs an entry of its own. But it is not for today I fear.
After much mp3 player trauma. In a nutshell Allys creative notpod wasn't expected to arrive till next week so I bought me a Ipod Nano which she could have a loan of. Then her creative kit arrived today. Bad news screen corrupted. Bad news Ipod not charged. Good news dad steps in with my portable DAB and mp3 player swoop in to 1gig sd card from my IPAQ.
Off we go the heaviest traffic at the fiveways ever forgotten Allys fone charger so home again
On the way I am checking my RAC cover your not in tells laddie from Essex he gives me warranty number and yes I am covered by that she helpfully gives me the sales number. I try to join via the nice lady who sounds shocked coz I am already a full member. A fact which becomes important later.
Fine until just before thelwall viaduct. Strange noise and judder so its over to the hard shoulder. Use the emergency fone and follow the instructions. Wait about 20 mins for RAC. Top fella arrives. Takes us to Lymm services car park. Takes me for a razz ride. He can't see a problem fair comment top geezer from Warrington. Then its off. I take his pic. On the road traffic pants but radio good. Pm news then armando Iannucci good stuff.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

At penny lane the is a barber showing photographs.

As per the Beatles song, it used to be a class gaff called Harry Biolettis, now its staffed by ladies and called Tony Slavins. Or Tony Salivas as we call it. I have popped on the 173 (bus at end of road) and nipped in for a trim. I am only on the cusp of needing one but I know if I leave it will grow an inch overnight and I will look like the wild man of Borneo for filming tomorrow. Alternatively I will look like a loon in Barcelona. New menu in Patio might give it a try tonight. Or even Mustard. Ally is off out to a lush party. Lush is a shop apparently. Strikes me as a thinly veiled marketing scam to me. Gotta sort out the AGM as well

Man at George

Scoot to the Asda, in Marys blue bus. Get kitted out for 130 quid, together with stuff acquired over the net and M+S will see me set up. I hate shopping and I really hate clothes shopping so double whammy. I buy mum a new DVD as her old one was too complex to work. I set it up with alarming ease. Meanwhile top news fropm home allys passport has arrived.

On the 86

A long hot bus journey to nannas. Just nipped into max spielman and scored some memory cards and batteries and a cute camera case for ally. Going to me mums see her and Mary hopefully bum a lift to the asda for some low cost tshirts and shorts. Need to text Kim and ring jean for shopping requirements. Still the long slow bus lends itself to blogging.

Good sesh with the Prof

Went well and I realise how much better I am coping with the bi-polar. Events of recent weeks have had the ability to send me high or spiralling low. Seem to be doing well. Called in to see cozzie at the mission caff. Missed him. Then its bacon buttie donation then home.

Rabbits gone mental

Following last nights incident, he was a different bloke. I expected him roll over fart and go to sleep. Nope this dudes gone territorial. Not pleasant stamping with is back legs and generally being nasty. I had to resort to shirt off and pounce. It was a real testosterone fest by the end. Me and the boy wrestling scantily clad on the lawn. I surprised myself with how much I enjoyed the competitive side of it all. It was a bit sumo versus prescious mckenzie but hey we are blokes. Top machismo action.
Watched judge john deed and so to bed. Passport office assure me that allys passport will be here today. Got clip on sunglasses from bennet and batty opticians 12 squid. Lady goes to Barca every year for grand prix, pointed me to some top restaurants. Me I wind my way on the 79 to peter kinderman.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

For my next trick I will reattach the patients head

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Nearly there

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I had to try it

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Top floor

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Going up

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Maria demonstrates HoverJack

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Danny the real star

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Some people will turn up the opening of an envelope

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DigiCamReview.co.uk - Panasonic Lumix LS2 Review

DigiCamReview.co.uk - Panasonic Lumix LS2 Review
2 of these arrived today one for Jean one for Ally and I to share. thanks to Josh Waller for the info. If you want to buy a digital camera read his site at Digicam review

Frances and the gang before they hit the town.

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Them Manx folk are on every shot

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And again

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More support group stars

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The professionals

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Support Group Stars

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My mate Rachy

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Yes I wore make up too

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The bard ejaculates

Shakespeare the rabbit has come of age (quite literally). His first observed daytime emission. Granted the poor sods been randy as hell. I feel a strange kind of paternal pride. Jean says I am pervy. That's my boy.

Need to send some pics this way.

My fantasy football league autogenerated held the lead in the world cup. I wondered how much the average world cup match does for the belly. Its an excuse for a calorie fest for sure. All the stuff seems bad for you too. Beer Pringles and nuts.

Too busy being a luvvie.

Lord knows when I last posted. I have been filming a documentary. I don't know if I am bound to a non disclosure deal but I only have half a brain left. The bit that stops me blurting has gone.
Its a 30 minute short ep 1 in a series of nine going out on Granada ITV on 18th July at 7.30. We have done lots of filming and still have more to shoot. A taster -
Me being interviewed by Rachy. Me talking to Danny the real star a preopper who was mad/brave enough to talk to me.
Mel a nurse at the Sefton suite demoing the special big boy gear. Prof John Wilding a bloody nice bloke. Cardboard ken. Inspirational people at the support group. Me faffing in the kitchen with bechamel demonstrating portion control. Me speaking at a gig at the local doctors shebeen (aka the liverpool medical institution). David Kerrigan, my wife and a huge supporting cast. It was tiring lots of location work and a general hoot. There is a guy from new york as well. Getting ready for Barcelona as well.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Sunday, June 18, 2006

icLiverpool - Radical super-surgery blueprint for city GPs

icLiverpool - Radical super-surgery blueprint for city GPs Consultation at work - I live in the area, may be affected and the first I read about it is in the paper.
Probably opened last week.

Telegraph | Opinion | Rhyme and Reason

Telegraph | Opinion | Rhyme and Reason From the loopyboy.
I spoke to a very lowly but key member of the primary care team. I made the fatal mistake of asking how it was. She should write a column for the daily telegraph. Our practices still manage to deliver first rate primary care despite attempts from centralists to scupper them.