Piss-o-meter


Tomorrow I have to pee into a piss-o-meter…or something that ought to have a name like that. I’ve finally got fed up with going to the loo twice a night so went to the doc a few weeks ago. [Close you eyes now if you’re squeamish!] She stuck a finger up my bum and confirmed that my prostate is a little enlarged, but not scarily lumpy. [Fine. You can start reading again.] Anyway, she referred me for more checks.

So this machine – I think – is going to measure how hard I can pee. As the nice lady doctor asked “Are you not exactly cracking the porcelain?” Er, no.

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In other developments, after the less than perfect trip to Cornwall, Otherphil decided to try out the storms last Saturday. I couldn’t join him because I was working. He did a short reach, got catapulted and the board and sail parted company. Otherphil was left swimming the 600 yards back to shore with a rig that didn’t want to float. His new board (500.UKP) was washed into a groin where it got ruined!

He needs to get ‘back on the horse’, so hopefully I can persuade him to come out again on Sunday.

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