In to my second week of 'resting' and the anti-inflammatories seem to be doing their job. The shoulder only hurts if doing something like driving or working on the computer, but it's the bloody bi-cep that annoys me the most. Every morning throb! throb! so I find myself downstairs listening to the dawn chorus and trying to kill time until I can go back up to bed for a few hours of dozing. My body clock is shot to hell. Here I sit at 7 am bloody starving, the light pouring through the window, as I listen to the now familiar sounds of the world waking up and getting ready for the working day ahead.

And I lost my mobile phone on Sunday!! So I've charged up the old Sony Ericcson and am waiting for a new genie sim card I got on eBay for 89p. It's weird not being able to text the world, you feel out of the loop, on the subby bench and scared to go anywhere in the car without it.

My new digital camera takes some great photos. I've found a setting called AUTO that seems to be the best. The only bad thing is that it is a bit bulky and swings about on the neck strap whilst walking and I can't find a case for it.

I'm starting to get pretty good on the ukulele now and am finding it a lot more fun to play than the geetar even though Rosie is threating to ram it up my arse as I sit picking away on it while she watches TV.

So, as Zebedee said, Time for bed!

'Tis a dreadful thing to be in pain all day and night my friends.

 All those sports I used to play, tennis, squash, football (goalkeeper and mid-field genius), golf & badminton have come home to roost upon my shoulder. 'Ah yes' the old sports say to me,' remember that great save when you winded yourself and snapped your elbow?, remember that forehand smash to the base-line and that rocket of a first serve that used to send Bro quivering to the door of defeat?, that chip in from 60 yards at the 13th hole at St.Michaels?, those 2 goals u scored in the 2nd half to give the Zeds victory?, that great fingertip 'save of all saves' at the 5-a-sides when the crowd all gushed 'he got a touch to that!'?, and, my final game of football, the first half in goal I kept a clean sheet, then the second half, as a mid-fielder, where I sprayed the ball around the park like a one touch magician and that wonderful side-foot into the corner of the net to win the game. The post match barbeque ceremony had me as man of the match, and with that my sport career ended!.

I went on after that to play a few more games , but the old style had gone, something was missing.Youth!.

So I took slow sports that involved lots of alcohol, snooker and darts. Snooker I found a bit boring, but a night at the darts was great fun, well used to be.

The first darts team I played for were a.........I'm gonna stop right there as I've lost the thread of what I was supposed to be posting about, oh yeah my frozen shoulder.

'Tis a dreadful thing to be in pain all day and night my friends.

The doctor gave me a prescription for Naprosyn(naproxen) 500mg tablets, 56 Gastro-resistant film-coated tablets. Woah! can't wait to start taking them bad boys.

So I's got to take it easy for the next 2 weeks.

Until next time, be good.

 

 

In my line of work I unfortunately have to deal with the general public. Now 85% of these people are fairly civil, level headed human beings. The remaining 15% are the most moaning obnoxious bunch of ape descendants you could wish to meet. The faces of this breed seem to be set in a permanent scowl with downcast mouths and heavy, furrowed brows and whose only joy in life seems to be to cause misery and spread unhappiness wherever they go. They usually write letters of complaint to newspapers or places they've been and use phrases like 'ridiculous', 'conned', 'irate', 'demand', 'I won't be coming back' etc.

You can normally tell these kind of people a mile of, the piggy eyed stare, the inability to string three words together without drooling or swearing, the constant 'no' shaking of the head and they always tend to show up at events that have the word 'free' mentioned somewhere.

A bigger bunch of arseholes you could not wish to meet, there must be a club or a place where they all meet up, oh there is, I forgot, I work there.

Until next time....Fight thee not with monsters, you may become one yourself.

Jag.