Boxing day evening

A tradition in our family is we get together on boxing day. The women go into one room and the men into another.

The blokes

Paul 55 – teacher

Colin 49 – lettings manager – fittest of the lot.

Alan Engineer 52 - smoker

Tommy 52 – Unemployed

And me Ken 44 semi retired.

 

We talk about allsorts – Liverpool and Everton.

Grumpy old men stuff in general, and then I swing it round to health.

Turns out good friend Phil who is seventy something has a recurrence of his cancer of the prostate. We mumble uncomfortably at replays of the Billy Connolly gag about rectal examination. Being a pessimist  I visit

http://www.prostate-cancer.org.uk/index.asp first to have a look and also scare the crap out of me.

http://www.malehealth.co.uk/userpage1.cfm?item_id=128 this provides a better view and is far more balanced.

 

Happy new year gents – by the way we drank too much port that night so the next post may be about gout.