Got a call from the cock doc during our holiday in France about my prostate cancer status. Here's how it played out.. Gonna post regularly on this process because it is both scary and interesting at the same time.

There are some people who are good talkers, and there are others who just shouldn't be. We met one of those people who falls into the latter camp... So that was good news, but it's back to the diet again.

After my heart ablation, I found I was virtually unable to speak, which for me is akin to death. In fact, dead people don't feel the need to chat, so it isn't as bad for them. I popped along to the doctor and she immediately suggested a biopsy, marking the case as urgent with the words 'suspected cancer' on the letter. Now, at no stage did we talk about cancer being suspected, but the moment you see that on the letter, you start to envisage your end, no matter how remote the

Since hitting my mid-50s, I've started to bio-degrade more rapidly than I did in my 40's. It catches you a little by surprise how quickly your body says 'oh ffs, will you stop?'. The Xmas period was essentially an all-out cough-a-thon for me, accompanied by acute arthritis and a dodgy ticker in atrial fibulation. So first thing to address was the heart - and even though I'd had a heart operation to fix my arrhythmia before (it failed), we thought we'd give it another go. Here

Iu and I have been trying to expand our cultural horizons beyond the rugby, sweaty gigs full of 70 year olds, and the occasional play with a famous person in it. Our most recent adventure is captured below. It'It's going to be a struggle getting Iu back to Sadler's Wells in the future.

Took a few steps backwards in week 4 of the diet this week. Hosted a dinner do on Sunday which aside from setting us back nearly £1k in food and drink, it turns out Iulia and I ate most of it. Sadly. Anyhow, here's the news... Thanks to Eric Lafforgue at www.ericlafforgue.com for his stunning photos which inspired me to draw this.

Week 3 weigh in and progress is being made. But by God, there's still a long way to go.

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