It Never Rains But It Pours
After my brief escapade into hospital last week, I thought everything was better.
But now I learn, that my penis implant has failed. Apparently, the piece of broom handle that was used has got wordworm and has now collapsed. The French surgeon, who did the job at great expense can’t be traced and the NHS doesn’t want to know.
I’ve talked to Cuprinol and they have no idea what I should do. If anybody has any idea, please reply to this post.
The Anonymous Widower 
At least you haven’t lost your humour 🙂
Comment by Jakob | March 28, 2012 |
My father trod the boards at the Wood Green Empire! That was like the British Empire! Only smaller!
Comment by AnonW | March 28, 2012 |
I have no idea what that means 🙂
Comment by Jakob | March 28, 2012
I will say to you what I would say to the women who have PIPs. That is your problem!
Comment by Liz | March 28, 2012 |
I of course had no implant, I was just seeing what comments I’d get. Although, I must admit I tried a chemical stimulant recommended by my lady GP. It did what it said on the tin!
Comment by AnonW | March 28, 2012 |
This is a reply to Jakob, who as he is Danish doesn’t understand English colloquial language.
My father was a printer and he used to do the publicity posters and programmes for the local variety theatre, the Wood Green Empire. Empire was a common name for both theatres and cinemas. Often like the Hackney, Liverpool and Wood Green Empires, they were variety theatres. Often, between the wars, the Wood Green Empire was an act short, so they roped my father in, to do what he said was a patter act, Appearing on stage in the UK is said to be treading the boards. The last bit is just a pun on the word Empire.
I’ll put a post up to explain further.
Comment by AnonW | March 28, 2012 |