.... tell me what's a happening. Honestly, I wish I knew. The past is like a foreign country to me. My memory is so fucked that I can barely remember my name. I'm not blaming the cancer for this (for once) as I think it's just that senility has set in early for me. I know its a real trial for my friends (whoever they might be). Rest assured that you all are still important to me. It's that I just can't remember why. Or indeed who you are.
So want can I remember? I can remember coming third in the quiz at the Ape & Apple. I can remember going clubbing with Ben and Nic after the quiz (at an Hawaiian cocktail bar). And I can remember enjoying it. I can remember defending PMR to a bunch of trainees. I can remember getting into an argument about the holocaust with one particular trainee (yes, trainees can be Nazis). And that's about it.
Subsequently I can remember having an MRI scan at Wythenshawe hospital. But that was uneventful apart from the fact that the radiographers (I don't think they're actually called that but I don't know the technical term is for a person who operates an MRI scanner) were twats. I can remember going for a curry with DD and Ev and Cyril at that new place on Deansgate (Imli?) and enjoying the food and the company.
I can remember going to the Glam exhibition at Tate Liverpool with Ronda. I didn't particularly enjoy the exhibition but I enjoyed Ronda and I bought a present for the lovely Fig.
Oh, and I also remember getting a Premium Bond win. £25. Can't be bad... That's all for now. J x
1 comment:
Surely that's more remembered than forgotten?
I blame the alcohol.
Ps. Looking forward to my gift!
thankyou x x x
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