I went out with the girls from work on Thursday night and had a few glasses of wine and a rather nice Steak Au Poivre. Time rocked by and I caught the 23:30 vomit comet train home. The next day, St. George's Day, was great. We aren't very good at celebrating our Patron Saint in case we offend anyone. We met for a Full English Breakfast near London Bridge and headed off to Green Park and then Shepherd's Market for a beer at the Grapes and then wandered in the Spring Sunshine off to the Grosvenor House Hotel on Park Lane.
There we have a nice meal - not too sure how Scottish Smoked Salmon made the menu but there is Roast Beef and all the trimmings - we had plenty of drinks before and after. There are plenty of sportsmen and this year a number of our members from the armed forces were there and the Band of the Blues and Royals. There was also Englishman of the year - Sir Ranulph Fiennes this year. We raise around £30,000 for the Gurkhas at the table collection and then we go on to Shepherds Market afterwards for a few more beers and make our way home. The 23:30 was OK and I got home at a respectable midnight thirty.
I met my friend's on who I've known since he was about 2 or 3 He is a doctor and we chatted about my situation - I said I was surprised and hadn't the carcinogens gone - apparently not - these things hang around for many years. Not that he is a specialist in it but he suggested that BCG would probably be the way to go so perhaps that is what it will be. I can't say that Ii would look forward to that but the alternative is far less pleasant.
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