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This morning, i nervously toddled off to the clinic for a prostate examination. As i sat in the waiting room with my piss sample discretely wrapped in a coloured bag, i noticed that the doctors calling in their patients were slight of build, and the lady doctors very fine in the attractiveness stakes, so my apprehension of forthcoming rectal probing eased somewhat. Luck changed somewhat when a chap the size of the rock, hands like dinner plates with fingers thicker than Hecks finest pork sausages called me in. Forward wind a couple of hours, a nervy and somewhat subdued self walked into PR for some much needed entertainment, and for once, our boys in blue didn,t dissapoint. Could and should have won by a much larger scoreline, but it was a performance that put a cheshire cat like smile on the old fizzog. Thankyou Town.
The prostate wasn,t enlarged either so have demolishid a rather nice bottle of merlot.
We have no village green, or a shop.
It's very, very quiet.
I can walk to the pub.
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