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Thursday, 1 October 2015

Sometimes too much to drink isn't enough.

Life has been okay since my last post.  The kids have been improving at swimming and I have been ill most of the time, just mild man-flu (most of the time).  But, I did get to watch Arsenal beat the scum on telly at a friends (it was his birthday) and have been to watch Mark Thomas at Colchester Arts Centre, a great night.  The alleged comedian reminded me of my left wing principles, of the importance of protest and the importance of our rights to roam.  It truly was a night full of laughs.

My son has persisted with learning to play football, which considering that he was not that good before (and needs to improve now) shows exceptional character with him, something that makes my heart swell with pride.

Me, I have lost a few chess tournaments since my last post.
Weekender 08/28/2015
Chess Games 21
Lyle Knockout, 24h, no vacation <1500
Top of the Pops 4
1300 Madness XVI
I have good company considering the defeat for Arsenal in the European Cup which takes the shine of the weekend game. Anyway, I hope you like the music video and the jokes.

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "£150!" she cried, "£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been £20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now £150."

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