At the mo John mate, I can't tell the difference between a mophead and a moped. But I'll be back.
Looks like I'm finally going to get treated in November. It's been slow going, and I can't be arsed going on about it all. But I have a few more tests between now and November, then I meet with the consultant fella. And I've asked people in the blood group thing I'm in, and they all said that'll be it, treatment.
Here's the good bit... if I get the new medicine they've invented, chances are I'll be all clear within 3 months. And I'll be back out on the gaffs, probably working the mop, or some such shite. Might come up to Kirkby and do QVC, John. Me and me mate, Big Danny the Aussie, where always being asked to push some shite or another on there. A few fellas who import all the cack from China wanted us to work for them. But we always knocked it back, didn't want to over expose ourselves or get type casted. And the wages, like the products, were shite.
I can't wait to get back to work though. Fed up with this now, and I want to get a few bob together. Remember Andy, used to be called Smithdown Andy on here, had a bevvie with us in town.... I was looking for an old email address the other day and spotted his. So I sent one off.
He's out in the States, near Chicago, married some Yankee girl. He's made up and doing alright. Well, soon as I'm well and back to work, I've promised the missus a little treat. Fly into New York, spend a few days there. Get the train down to Washington, spend a couple of days there, do the tourist thing, kick off outside the Whitehouse, and that. Then hire a car, drive to Chicago, see Andy, stay a couple of days, drive out to California, stay for a week or so, see old mates, and that, fly home from there.
Probably pie in the sky, but having something to aim for does me no harm. Anyway, Andy's working, but he's putting in for his HGV, well, the Yank equivalent. So keep an eye out for a mad Scouser on Ice Road Truckers. I'm knitting him a wooly hat to keep his baldy head warm. That's what he's aiming for, driving them Ice Roads, reckons he can earn a right few bob. God lad Andy. I know the mad bastard will do it.