After some medical drama? Well, you’re in luck then. ER, or failing that Quincy or something, is bound to be on some cable channel that you’ve got this evening. Because there’s no medical drama to report here…
The two weeks since the start of chemo round two have been a bit of a waiting game, and I suppose it’s a bit of a good news/bad news scenario. In a way I was hoping the side effects of my treatment would settle down into a regular pattern. That they haven’t could be taken as bad news. However the good news is that I have felt far better over these two weeks than I did after the first bout of treatment. So, if a regular pattern does develop, I hope it’s one that follows round two, and not round one…
The lack of side effects meant that I’ve spent a lot of the last two weeks waiting for something to kick in. I’ve been going to bed thinking ‘will it be tomorrow?’, and OK, I’ve taken a lazy attitude to getting up in the mornings, but at least I’ve been getting up every morning feeling OK.
That’s not the only waiting I’ve been doing. Currently I’ve still got a full head of hair (well…full-ish). I’ve been told all along that this treatment will make me lose my hair – with more emphasis on the ‘will’ than I’ve heard since the last time I heard anybody take the Cub’s Promise. However, it’s all still there.
I did decide to get 1-0 up on the chemo though, and revert to my Grade 0 haircut from back in my uni days. The barber wasn’t quite expecting the answer he got when he asked me why I was getting rid of my long, flowing locks (no comments please) for what was always known at uni as my thug’s haircut but I’m sure it’s given him a different story to use on customers all week since. Incidentally, I see little difference between my haircut at the minute and, say, Heston Blumenthal’s. But while mine gets described as a thugs’, have you ever heard Blumenthal referred to as ‘the thuggishly-haircutted chef’? No, me neither…
Anyway, back to the story, and I’m still waiting for my hair to start to disappear. If the waiting goes on much longer, I’ll get a blog competition out of it…
I finally managed to get over to Gresty Road for the first time this season on Saturday. And what a day to get there for, with a belting 2-1 win over local (and promotion) rivals Port Vale. Good to see an Alex side playing some decent football with confidence. The rest of this month should show whether those promotion hopes are realistic or not. But it’s great to see a team featuring so many Crewe-developed youngsters suggesting that they can have a real say in the promotion shake-up come May.
More disappointing, but not surprising, was the police presence, amount of bother and number of arrests surrounding the game. Nowhere is yet reporting the ages of those arrested but I’ll bet the majority were between 16 and 21. I doubt any of this was real hooliganism as distinct from a bunch of Johnny Gobshites who can’t handle their beer getting a bit too jumped up. Unfortunately arrests at football in this style are only going to continue to increase. This might be wishful thinking, but football needs to get itself to a situation where segregation can be removed. It’s impossible to go much further without mentioning in a Daily Mail-stylee the lack of respect, breakdown in society etc – but this combined with the opportunity to bait similarly minded kids from a carefully segregated distance has now evolved into kids old enough to drink and try and have a bit of a brawl with each other. It’s not just a football issue. The increasing use of segregation in rugby league has made atmospheres worse at rugby games. At the current rate, within 5 years rugby league will be facing the same ‘for the wrong reason’ headlines that Crewe v Vale faced this weekend.
Moving on from football, and the cycling season starts in earnest this week. Or in Adelaide to be more precise, with the Tour Down Under. It’ll only be a phoney start, despite the hype of Cavendish v Griepel v Farrar. Handbags at ten paces rather than a real shootout between them I’ll bet. Still, it will be good to see some cycling on the telly once again, and it gives the annual opportunity to play the Willunga Hill Drinking Game. Make up your own drinking rules, bearing in mind this is South Australian wine country they are riding through, but based around every time Phil and Paul mention ‘the big Willunga Hill’. They’ll be bigging it up all week. The challenge will be to notice when they’ve finally gone over it…
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