Tossed and blown

You missed off the bit about rolling up in a brand new range rover, no kids, new bird you are trying to impress and fifteen grand that you are content to be separated from in your arse pocket.

Well, what I wouldn't have done was to stick two large pieces of avascular cortical bone into its foot which subsequently had to be removed. I have done a couple like that using a different type of bone graft. Using accepted surgical principles. I reckon he ended up charging about 15 grand for that job as well.... I know Noel and he is OK, some of the stuff he does is ace but some of it is misguided and driven by client emotion rather than the best interests of the patient. He doesn't sleep at the practice, or any more than I sleep at mine, quite a lot of that is jazzed up for the telly. Also, I don't see him whipping a load of lumps off a miserable fat old staffy for a slab of Guinness!!

Interestingly the pet insurance industry pays out around 9% of the income from premiums. Very significantly lower than car / household. A good trick is to say that you don't have insurance but that you are prepared to spend on your pet's treatment provided the costs are explained and that the rationale for the tests / procedures are justified. Then give them the claim form at the end. Will only work the once though.

Not as a small animal vet mate. As my old boss used to say, never employ one that you can't fit in a dog kennel.....

They should at least have put her on Zantac or similar if they suspected it. If it was elevated lipase then that is not really substantial enough.

Some of the vets, also..... All out on Saturday again I think. Well, apart from me.

Well she should be looking at Stig's Runcorn street map by now while he parks up in her guts.

Fuck off Col, we have a budget to work to. Now, if somebody could get her to eat a pound or so of peanuts on the Friday night.......

Stig said he would do 'anything' for a t*cket for Cr*stal P*lace. There you go.... Oh, and up the wrong'un. Cheers TSOP

Available on the MF......

A few years ago the old senior partner got a fax machine installed in his home, and asked for something to be faxed through on headed paper to check it. We photocopied something offset so only half of it came through and told him to adjust the tracking!

What I do now, in all honesty.

Sorry Col Make every minute of every hour of every day that you spend together as good for her as you can.

Got back about six weeks ago. Actually Phuket was ace, we stayed at Kantary Bay which was pretty couply, few nice chilled bars and cheap places to eat, decent beach, little hassle. Had a good night out in Phuket town as well, not touristy and a few decent Thais about just for a few drinks and not trying to rip you off. There was this fat Russian guy who just sat there on his mobile and drank spirits straight out the bottle in a brown paper bag, while one of the three different skinny early twenties birds (also Russian in appearance) he was with gazed lovingly at him or oiled themselves up. Amazing. Caught the ferry to Phi Phi, not a cloud in the sky, loads of Irish birds on it, sitting on the front with just a pair of shorts on and a beer...what could possibly go wrong?.... Got absolutely wankered on the first night, laid in until 2pm the next day, whereupon the tail end of that typhoon thing came over and didn't see the sun again until we were on the ferry off the island a week later. It was an interesting place but fairly young in terms of music and clientele. Not saying I wouldn't go back, but apparently the crowd is a lot younger than a few years ago. In an unrelated plus point, I got to reset a drunken woman's broken nose, a box that hadn't been ticked before!

Never bothered us much as a lad, at least until I learnt that the girl I was rattling got loads of freebies with the morning after pill. Talk about killing two birds..... Never bothered us when I got a box a few months ago, apart from the fucking price.

Errm, more 'stuff'...

There was this 'thing' happened. A very similar 'thing' happened again this year.

An epic one again and some trouble in store - I have to visit the venue tomorrow to survey the damage. Somebody turned a shower on and flooded the place, plus the stairlift was broken in the annual round of 'Stairlift Challenge'. I Tsunami'd someone by slinging a bin full of water under a cubicle door because I thought they were doing a line when it turned out to be some old boy from another party who was breathing like a consumptive. Foodfight, some random copping off and petty theft. Nightclub after then after that, well, it was a bit* like last year... *a lot

That has altered a bit since her cremation in '09.

Lovely.

In a 'boat race' on Saturday night - I'm a pretty modest performer averaging about six seconds. Obviously everybody has a mate who can pour it in without even swallowing, but can this technique be learnt by those of us with normal swallowing physiology?

Six days until ours, they have been increasingly epic of late. Interdepartmental boat race to start, then I've paid for a coach to take us to the local nightclub so we all get in. I put up a request list for the disco and included, as an example, 'Don't stand so close to me' for the 58 year old who has just left his wife for the 24 year old student. King of comedy, me.

Hmmm. Strange local custom?

Like not employing fat ones. We are too close to Stoke for them all to be fit.

Ours are fucking legendary, only two months to go now. There are certain advantages to being one of the bosses as well.