But the other night I thought, no, give it a go. So I sat on the sofa, turned on and – OMG – there was a vast swollen scrotum staring me in the eye. For one bizarre moment I wondered if James had signed us up for some Sky package that involved porn channels, except no…this was not even remotely erotic (unless you get off on infected scrota of course – and, don’t tell me, some people probably do).
I then watched, slack-jawed, some poor man having six stone – SIX STONE! – of stomach “apron” excised. Six stone? Sorry, I keep repeating it but you know, that’s a large child. I don’t think I will ever expunge that image.
|It was about four times this size, btw|
….a million worlds away from the images on my TV screen.
For some reason Blogger won't let me embed a vid here: but when I think of seas and floating this is the song that plays in
my head: it's Song to the Siren by This Mortal Coil and it is just plain gorgeous.