At the beginning of his blog, Phil said of any future blogs, ‘If none show up for a while, it either means I’m dead or just couldn’t be bothered to write anything.’ It is with a heavy heart that I am letting you know that it is the former which has led to the dearth...
Before commencing the swanky pre-assessment, I found myself meandering towards Stafford, an intriguing departure from the monotony of Stoke. With such titillating topography on display during the drive, one wonders why they ever hailed Stoke as… well, anything....
A hiccup in my regularly scheduled updates: I’ve been indisposed, or in layman’s terms, feeling a bit shit. Previously I boasted of feeling pretty damn good despite a rather bleak doctor’s note (and by note, I mean their “you’re not in...
The oncologist rendezvous, despite my gloomy forecasts, was indeed on the cards. Yet, the MDT hadn’t glanced at my findings, so my doubts weren’t entirely unfounded. A phone call nudged me to be present at Stoke’s Ward 202 on the first floor. It...
