I’m back. “So soon?” I hear you cry. “Yes”, I reply rather breezily. “Oh” you say. The end.
Well tickets are going- how exciting! Please come by clicking here It would be so nice to meet you and share the experience 🙂
My good friend, colleague and master violinist, Mark Messenger is running the London Marathon in aid of the Anthony Nolan Trust. I am very moved and grateful, please support him! Let me be clear: he is a musician and he is running a marathon. So do the good thing, sponsor him and feel smug for a while. Why? Because you’re worth it.
In other news, I have discovered that despite being a very mellow and peaceful guy; I am getting into arguments ALOT more than I did pre-cancer. Arguing with smokers in non-smoking areas, queue-bargers, rude service personnel, tele-sales people, Jehovah Witnesses, jobworths, cheeky students… Come to think of it I guess I’m not that peaceful. Anyway so on SATURDAY, we were out Christmas shopping having a nice time and all. Then on Kensington High Street, near the tube, I was carrying lots of bags and this woman coming towards me blew smoke right into my face. Not in an-oh-so-sexy-and-seductive way, more of I-don’t-care-about-anyone-else-way, which I find less attractive. The weird thing is, I reacted IMMEDIATELY, without thinking. I swung round as she passed and whacked her in the arse considerably hard with a bag full of domestic goods. No thought: Smoke-bag-arse. The cycle was complete. Either she was terrified, remorseful or had a prosthetic arse, because she didnt come after me. If YOU are that lady, then stop blowing smoke in my face or I’ll smack you in the arse again, and this time with the toaster. Then today, in Starbucks I was loitering looking for a seat while Bridge got the cappucinos in. A table became available and a younger woman trotted up to claim it. Now, no big deal, but I was in the queue in front of her. Pre-cancer, I would have let her take the stupid table, but today I just slipped right past her and sat down completely neutral and unphased. An argument ensued whereby she verbalized her less than generous opinions of me, and I did a shruggy “I was here first” thing. The nearby tables supported HER, cause they hadnt seen ME waiting around, but I just held my ground. She eventually backed off before kindly advising me to get “the fork off the table”- Perhaps it was dirty. It was nice of her to be so considerate despite our little difference. Anyway the point being, no-one messes with me now- I’ve faced cancer, so social disapproval is like a holiday.
Take care, but be dangerous! Milton
