THE worst bit about autumn is when the dog does her business in the leaves, it’s a bit like the poo version of ‘Where’s Wally’.
But we do locate it and pick it up, because you absolutely should; it’s disgusting not to.
But those leaves make it hard to avoid standing in the poo that shouldn’t be there because some dirty get has decided not to pick up after their dog.
If you are responsible for a dog, you should be responsible for picking up after it. Especially in school grounds.
Don’t be so damned selfish.
A huge congratulations to Lamproom stalwart and all round massively talented actor/singer/writer/comedian and thoroughly lovely bloke Jack Land Noble (or Jack Land Rover as Bernie Clifton calls him) who married his lovely Frances last week.
May they have a wonderful life together, I’m sure they will and I wish them all my very best.
And if you would like a little Christmas cheer featuring Jack, we will be appearing at the Lamproom theatre on Friday, November 22 together: a Mills and Goon special with singing, poetry, hilarity and an explosion of Christmas.
Do join us at our jewel in the crown theatre which has a cracking bar if you needed any further encouragement.
The assisted dying bill once again raises its head and once again the ‘Oooh let’s be careful’ brigade look set to try and sabotage what should be the right of every person to decide.
Dame Esther Rantzen and people in her position should be listened to.
Every contentious movement like this will have its detractors because there are always two sides to an argument of course but in this case the nay-sayers should not win this one.
‘People with disabilities will be pressurised’ is one of their arguments.
Well I doubt very much it’s going to be a free for all with people being pushed towards the ‘exit’ doors, it would be carefully monitored and every stage approved, every case assessed.
But I think about my dad dying, his liquids stopped and watching him hallucinate that he was drinking because he literally was dying of thirst.
Being pumped full of meds to make his passage more comfortable even though there was no chance of him recovering, it was cruelly prolonging it for him and yes, if I could have pressed a button and hastened that end, I would have, to save him suffering.
Any of us can go out and end our lives when we want to, but being able to do it in a controlled environment is a basic human privilege we should have and it’s about time we did.
On another medical note, there was a recent Panorama documentary on about the menopause industry in which a leading menopause campaigner Louise Newsom, a huge advocate of HRT was painted in an exploitative light.
I had to go to Dr Newsom’s clinic for help because the doctor at my own surgery (a young woman) wouldn’t entertain me for HRT and sent me off with some anti-depressants to help me sleep. I wasn’t depressed, I had terrible insomnia but these tablets turned me into a zombie.
The Newsom clinic listened to me, prescribed HRT and I got my life back. Best money I’ve spent in years. I’d struggled for years with my symptoms because I thought ‘it was just natural’.
It is, said the doctor there, but women don’t have to put up and shut up when there is help to be had. I wonder if it were men who went through ‘the change’ how differently they’d be treated?
