The Takeaway Takeaway
If I haven’t got enough angst in my life at the moment, to find out I should steer clear of takeaway foods whilst I am having chemotherapy, takes the fucking biscuit. I can live without soft cheeses, raw fish and […]
Life is a Rollercoaster
It’s now four weeks since I went under the knife and the super surgeon Louise cut me a new arsehole. Recovery has progressed well and I can now comfortably poop in a bag and not quite so comfortably sit down for […]