Nearly a week after being told I am off to sir alfred jones for a blood test. Platelets sticky things that stop you bleedin to death. Take a ticket from a machine which is hidden and then sit ala tesco deli counter for your number to be called. One room shouts numbers one shouts names what can the difference be. The people who's names are shouted seem to have a limp or obvious problem. Where as the numbers gang are just far more anonymous. Aha the names are called into a triage room. Not many know that far from being a way of helping geezers triage was originally by napoleonic surgeons as a way of weighing who wasn't worth bothering with. We started 50 I drew 58 in 10 mins it 53 not cool. I don't queue well. Got a ruck of calls to make and the media have several obesity irons in my fire. These are BBC, channel 4, RDF, maverick and celador. They range from the serious documentary to well some of the proposals won't be starring this boy. A request to appear in an old pair of trousers is usually a poor quality indicator to me. Said he of the cardboard cut out ho hum.
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