I remember when I was a child and my mum took me to Brighton. We were sitting in Churchill square when a street entertainer set up right in front of us and gathered his crowd. He took some wine glasses from his bag and announced that he would chew them up and - I still remember this over 50 years later - “the majority of which I will swallow”. He did his act, which was very worrying to watch, especially when he’s right in front of you and you are about eight years old, got his cheer, collected his coins, and then picked up a bucket that was on the ground next to me, opened his mouth and a flood of blood and chewed up glass poured out. Whether he really did swallow the majority I don’t know. For some reason Nick’s story reminded me of this, and also presents a possible solution to the ‘how did I do that?’ question.
Thank you, like your dentist I couldn’t imagine how I managed it . I got out of bed and it took 45 minutes to cross the room . The leg had gone completely
Eventually saw doctor who asked bluntly which knee do you want replacing first, the last time I had surgery I caught a massive infection - and am in no hurry to have elective surgery
Our vicar used to say, growing old isn’t for wimps
Spent the last 48hrs dodging the weather, specifically a phenomenon here in Spain known as Calima. A strong wind with much Saharan dust, lightning and thunder storms. Air quality is “unhealthy/very unhealthy”, and there is a danger to life and property. Hatches are well and truly battened down while we’re watching the lightning show with a glass of wine!
My Dad did his National Service in the RAF in the 40s.
There was a bloke in his intake who used to eat the light bulbs and nick their razor blades and, eat them too.
He was always being taken to see the MO and eventually was medically discharged.
Afterwards, they did hear that he was sectioned.
To end on a positive note, after Dad had finished his National Service, he was called back up as a Reserve for duty during the Queens Coronation in 1953 and was on duty down the Mall.
Razor blades, blimey. We had a boy at school who liked to eat the heads of the locusts when we were dissecting them in biology. He’d go round the class and we’d chop off the heads with our scalpels and give them to him. Yum yum.