11.18.2008 fleaming

This morning as I cycled in the city centre I narrowly avoided being crushed to death by a bus sporting an advert for the Dick Whittington play.

Oh, the humiliation to be killed by a panto!

Recently I was thwarted in my desire to purchase prosthetic hands, but consoled myself with a collection of antique teeth. Plus a silver tracheostomy tube. Oh, and some 19th century bloodletting equipment.

Or should I say fleaming? Whatever!

What a merry xmas this will be....

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