Saturday, 28 September 2013


Forty-nine years young today.
Bugger. How on earth did that happen?
Five minutes ago I was cavorting around in my early twenties, a picture of fitness, working hard, drinking hard, and playing a shitload of rugby with barely a care in the world. And now this – one year away from the big FIVE-O, having almost certainly left life's half way point in my wake and suffering on any given day with one or other of sciatica, a frozen shoulder, muscular back spasms, dodgy achilles and sore knees.
Excuse me while I settle down with a small sherry and my pipe and slippers...

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