THE LAST POST-EVER

A glimmer of solar stuff, not a breath of atmospheric movement and a dearth of  skywater at the castle on this momentus day.

First up thank you for the birthday wishes, that's the good bit out of the way.

This will be the last post ever on this piss poor blog, many moons ago it seems that the old BIG C managed to get hold, and has continued to expand its foothold to the point where it is all over and all in.

The old smokes have done me in, but the really annoying thing is that has spread to the base of my spine inside my pelvis.

I have named that one-Boris because it truly is a pain in the arse.

Not after sympathy, I am buggered and have a few months at most, had twenty rounds of radiation and one round of chemo six weeks ago from which I still haven't recovered.

A bit of advice to others who are not going to make it:

1.The NHS is broken.

2.If you are terminal DO NOT accept their kind offer of Chemo, it is bloody brurutal and will set you back 6 or 7 weeks to gain a few days (I still have no sense of taste)

3. Take all the painkillers you can get your hands on.

4. Ignore all their advice on blood suger levels-apparently high bs makes you ill.

The point of this post is to let you know why I haven't been around and to thank you all for your visits and comments and all the other stuff.

That's about it really, have a long and happy life and be kind.

And today's thought (and a message to my GP)

I told you I was ill (Spike Milligan)

Ta-ta

Angus