Thursday, April 01, 2010


Or maybe that should be "Teabonnicks" or something.

There's a dictionary of Teabonic Terminology here.

"We are awake now" LOL. Barely, though, by the look of it!

Proud to be a Soiciallest Radicle, you marooons.


Very aware that it's April Fool's Day today, but here goes...

Anyway, it turned out to be Basal Cell Carcinoma, which - despite the ominous-sounding name - rarely metastasises. "It's the nicest cancer you can have," laughed the oncologist. But it does tend sometimes to ulcerate, leaving raw pits in the skin, etc. So slice n dice, it is, then.

Turns out the guy in my practice who specialises in the dermatology stuff is part of an award-winning UK skin-oncology team. Yet he's based here in tiny little Yeovil! Who woulda thunk it? Plus, he's a lovely bloke!

So, it's an out-patients type jobby. "I had visions of you using some sort of potato-scraper on me," I tell him. The nurse laughs and says, "yes, that's exactly what it is!" She offers to shave off all my hair. "G'wan," she goads me, revving up the shaver. "Lemme at it." I've very tempted.

So he scrapes and scratches away until he's done, while (somewhat surreally) Eartha Kitt singulates on the CD-Player in the background: "Muuu-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-d-d ab-b-o-a-a-aoa-aoa-tuh the bo-y-y-y-yyah..."

(The doc takes some before-and-after photos for his records, so I ask him if I could have a copy. "I know it seems daft," I tell him, "but I'm an, uhh, 'artist' and, well..." But, bless him, he emails some hi-res jpegs over to me. I'm going to use them in something...)

Job done!

He then cauterised it with silver nitrate.

Ow. ow. ow. Owww.

No Captain's hats (or berets) for me this weekend! "Thank God," mutters wife when I tell her of scuppered hatware plan.

Silver nitrate: I'm like a living photograph now.


Wow. Plogue Chipsounds Blog. Via Mr. Bauler.

Fascinating stuff. And code too!


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