Look, I'm going to do this in my words and not have Mme B put it through here political correctivity filter.
As some of you may know, Geo is currently in hospital.
Story. When, with cat-like reflexes, (his words to me actually) Geo avoided being seriously hurt by that scaffold pole, he only broke his doze.
So, he had to go into hospital to have it fixed. Whilst he was there, they took the opportunity of running him through his annual check up. Long story short, they found he had cancer of the lung. I say lung, because the eejit snorted a BIC cap when he was young, it lodged in his lung and the subsequent complications meant he had to have one of them removed.
He had the operation yesterday, all went well and they have got all of the tumour out.
BUT, they also found early stages of cancer in his lymph nodes. The prognosis is good, but he is going to have a pretty shit time over the next few months having chemo and radiio (or, the sun bed as Geo puts it).
He is in good form, I have made it my avowed intent to make him either piss himself or bust a stitch - i think I'm pretty close.
Geo, we love you. Get better PLEASE.
G
