Day 8. Attempting re-entry Well, safely back in the training village after a recce north of the border. Sneaked out this morning using the old pillows under the sheets trick but they sussed that straight away and so I resorted to knocking out disco king and strategically placing him under my covers...will evict him in a minute. Made my way North to Ayr Hospital to check out alternative acts and to consult my old entertainment coach Nessie, aka the Duchess, the crooner, the hellcat mudwrestler and most famously my mum. There were a couple of ventriloquists in her dojo and a clairvoyant who had the ability to converse, quite fluently and at some length, with all manner of medical machinery. As I left, she was remonstrating with a bloodpressure machine that was being accused of not returning her calls. I could only sympathise: the ECG monitor had been reduced to tears after an earlier tirade. After a thorough recce, I couldnt see anything in the way of competition and satisfied myself. ...that there was nothing further to learn in my old haunt. I bade the crooner farewell and left her there, strumming an old sea shanty on the dreadlocks of the male nurse who was accompanying on the bedpan. Getting back in to the training village was simplification itself. Knocking the door twice and whispering the old medical code: its me with the end of shift cakes i was back in bed with disco king before lights out. F**k it. Ill drag him back in the morning... Thanks to my driver for the day, Janet who brought my faithful hound to keep me sane.. Laters pop pickers!
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 21:25:43 +0000
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