Whilst paying a brief visit to the hospital last week a funny incident happened. We were sitting in the waiting room when a high-pitched whistling noise appeared. We eventually tracked it down to an old lady's hearding aid that had gone mental and was for some reason feeding back at very high volume. Her husband tried to remedy the situation by cramming it even further into her ear (thus making it even louder) shouting "I CAN'T SEE THE NUMBERS ON IT". Poor old Dr Singh had to make an appearance and try to silence the muthafucker with his healing hands!

I love the stuff that 'goes down' at hospitals.

Gary Barlow

Having just finished reading Barlow's autobiography I can't help but admire the man. I'm not one of these 'Frodsham till I die' people but I think it's only natural to take pride in someone from your home town making a name for themselves. And let's face it, Take That were (are?) pretty much as big as bands get.

I suppose what I'm really saying is that if I saw Barlow in the Helter Skelter I'd almost certainly buy him a beverage.

Makes me feel slightly guilty for terrorising him over an entire summer many years ago.

Alas, the folly of youth.

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Here we go, my first attempt at blogging for nearly 3 years.

After reading my previous forays into the land of blog I have developed certain rules that must be obeyed:

1) Don't talk about my own life (it's boring)
2) Try and avoid talking about music (it's self indulgent)
3) Try and tell more funny stories but not in a "you'll never guess what happened to me today" way.