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Chopped Liver – Seven Days

February 15, 2011

I’ll be brief.

It’s been a week now since I got the call and was on my to the ‘ossy. That means I’ve had my new liver for seven days. That’s more Bob’s Seven Days than Dexy’s Seven Days Too Long.

It’s been interestering so far – many things I’ve seen and felt and heard (and eaten) – but so much for the other patients for now.
I have had much to be optimistic about – progress apart from one traumatic episode and a new organ rejection issue to deal with.

I am in good hands.

Very tired after many mental and physical challenges these last few days – but looking forward to another new day tomorrow.

No time tonight to thank you all for you precious messages by phone, email, text, tweets and statuses except a special mention to my most precious of all visitors who to see me today – my wee boy – wee D – he was a tonic.

Love you wee boy xx

My wife and bro’ also came – they are the only visitors I have requested thus far.

Good night from me.


Chopped Liver – Rockin’ Robin

January 22, 2011

Admission time.

The first record I ever bought – well, to be honest I got two at the same time – but one of them is, in my opinion, pretty cool – the other decidedly not.

The cool one – Metal Guru by T.Rex.

The uncool one – Rockin’ Robin by Michael Jackson – back in the days when he was… well, he was black.

And the lyrics went something along the lines of “Tweedily tweedily tweet Tweedily Tweedily Tweet Tweedily tweedily tweet Tweedily Tweedily Tweet Tweedily tweedily tweet Tweedily Tweedily Tweet – Tweet Tweet, Tweet Tweet.

Which is my round-a-bout way of talking about Twitter today. Y’see I decided to perform a scientific experiment based on the power and effectiveness of Twitter over Facebook.

Under stringent laboratory conditions I played out my serious dilemma that needed an urgent and considered response. I tweeted the issue and pleaded for a response. I concurrently posted? Statused? I don’t know what they call it in Facebook. Y’see I am a Twitterer. Not a Facebooker. I Follow and am Followed. I don’t update my status or pee on my Wall or whatever it is F-worders do.

In fact I have a tag-line on Twitter that says “Facebook is where you lie to people you know. Twitter is where you’re honest to strangers.”

So, what exactly happened with my experiment? Well, within an hour – there were 21 comments on Facebook creating a thread of opinion and good humour – one of which was a comment from one friend called Hayley.

I said to B, “Did you see Hayley’s comment?” At which point, B jumped up from her seat and ran to the window pronouncing “What??? Hayley’s Comet? Where?”.

One of her better moments.

or is it tweeter on Facebook?

And what of Twitter?


Not a peep.

Not a tweet.

So, my scientifically controlled experiment has deduced that Quality is, indeed, still better than Quantity. Having hundreds of Twitter followers does not mean that I have hundreds of friends.

Or, maybe they are just a tad more discerning? Discuss.

By the way, I even lost a follower since my tweet.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps

Chopped Liver – There Is A Law

January 16, 2011

I need a few more hands this evening.

I’ve been Tweeting. Trouble is, when I tweet, I notice all the other twits. And they say things that I can’t help but respond to – silly things, of course.


I respond. Sometimes I am witty. Sometimes I just think I am witty. Sometimes peeps respond. Sometimes not.


I’ve yet to offend anyone (I think). But I am aware that although we write using hidden inflections, we only have 140 characters to play with – so by shortening our comments, we are potentially removing their intended tone – and that can be dangerous. I say dangerous, and I mean dangerous.

If I was a trained criminal lawyer, I would drop everything right now and concentrate my business solely on the litigation of Twitter comments – it is an absolute treasure trove of slanders and blasphemes, accusations and insinuations.

But I’m not.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps

Chopped Liver – Voodoo Chile (Miners’ Return)

October 13, 2010

Absence does indeed make the heart go fonder. (It doesn’t, however, make livers come quicker!)

I’ve been moved and touched by the messages of goodw… hang on a minute – I don’t do sentimental crap. But I do have one or two things to say.

Firstly, a big shout for my Cyber Buddy – Mark (twitter @ukcybernaut – see his web blog link on the right of this screen – it’s caled Take a Breath and say 99). Mark had a double lung transplant only a week ago – he is now in a standard hospital ward, tweeting away again. Take a bow, Mark and say 100!

Special mention to one of my new readers – (twitter @lilsophie). Jenny posted this comment which genuinely touched me. She said…

“Well, your really good at blogging. I love your writing style. But I understand your wanting to possibly quit. Especially if you started all this to document your journey of your liver transplant. It could get very depressing to post day after day of no positive updates. Not only is it depressing for you but for the readers as well.

But here are a couple of things to think about:

1. The journey is difficult and for some people drags on…. So I think it’s good for others to read what a roller coaster ride it can be. Not necessarily to have “pity” for you. But for people like me, who need to learn that sometimes there are 1 or 2 steps forward and 3 or 4 steps back. And that’s “normal” for whatever normal is. There is just comfort in knowing that others have been through similar experiences and can truly understand what your talking about. So many people don’t understand. But we can’t expect them to either.

2. Even in light of this frustrating series of events you’ve managed to keep your sense of humor. At least in your writing anyway. Your daily life could be a totally different story. So as each of us go through our own personal difficult situations it’s refreshing to find a jewel of a post such as this. Still expressing the frustration but also making me smile and laugh.

3. But along those lines…your posts shouldn’t be geared to entertaining people like me – unless that’s your goal. Posting the journey is a healthy, therapeutic release of the good, bad, and ugly along the way. It’s good to get this stuff out. And if someone stumbles across it by accident and gets something out of it then it’s an extra gift for both you and the reader.

These are just my opinions. I don’t really know if continuing your blogging is healthy for you or not. Only those closest to you can provide the feedback on how this affects you personally.

But I do like your writing and I found your entries on a very touchy subject refreshing. :-)”

Phew – how can you not be persuaded by that? But when you consider Jenny’s own situation – it really does make me humble. My thoughts are with you Jenny.

But, of course, it was never my intention to cease completely. I’ve been missing writing my posts as much as you lot seem to have been missing reading them – in fact I have had a record number of early morning readers today – and there’s nothing for you poor buggers to read.

So, how am I?

I’m fine – thanks for asking.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – The Bump

September 19, 2010

There is a new tourist attraction in London.

We passed by the crowds of happy snappers posing in front of it.

It’s not The London Eye. Or the Gherkin. Or Wembley Stadium. It’s not a landmark that can be seen for miles around. It is, in fact, a branch of the photo outlet franchise known as Snappy Snaps.

This one is in Hampstead and and has heavily cracked windows and damaged wooden structure. It is, no less, the shop that a drug-impaired George Michael smashed into for which he is now serving time in the slammer.

Whatdya mean it's not a drive-thru?

But this happened a long time ago – I hear you cry. Yes, indeed. Many months ago. You’d imagine such a dangerous and unsightly facade would have been repaired by now. But why? As long as it is what it is – that being the unaltered scene of a crime by one of the most famous and (dare I say it) loved pop stars of the past 30 years – then people from all over the world will be attracted to it – and the name Snappy Snaps will continue to be talked about and written about in all sorts of conversations and publications – even pithy little blogs about blokes waiting for liver transplants.

I’m sure if the damage had been caused by a biddy, address unknown, then it would have been brought back to the pristine condition that an area as affluent as Hampstead surely merits.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – Give ‘Em Enough Pope

September 18, 2010

Football is the religion of this country.

But the Pope is visiting us – and not many are really sure why.

It does however give me the opportunity for a couple of footy/Pope related anecdotes.

Firstly, Birmingham City hold a record unlikely to be equalled – they once went through the term of a Pope’s reign without winning a game.

I do like that fact. It is of course tempered by the fact that the Pope in question – I think he was Pope John Paul 1 – died after only about 40-odd days as the Pontiff, and during that time, I think it was in the late 70’s, Birmingham remained rooted to the foot of the old first division – and didn’t win a single game!

My second fact relates to QPR. The last time the Pope visited the UK was the last time QPR were promoted to the top flight! And there they are again – riding high in the second tier of English football – poised to gain promotion to the top flight!

Ain’t that so, Tony L?

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – Dandy In The Underpants

September 17, 2010

As I was saying last night, I won the “Booby” prize (i’m sure there is a more apt expression than that, but y’know I am just so not going there) of a pair of pants.

Here’s why.

I was at a launch party for a new product about video-conferencing. The idea is to save time going to and from meetings and being able to talk to up to six different people in little sections of your computer screen. Now wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Well, no.

Not in my book anyway. I believe in face to face, eye to eye. I believe you can engage so much better with people when you can look into the whites of their eyes – or, in my jaundiced view of life, into the yellows of my eyes. Actually maybe that’s a hidden benefit of this system – “business networking for the jaundiced”.

Now, as part of their demo, they showed a screen of six people having a chat with each other – and at one point a bulb went out in one of the particiPANTS rooms.

He said – Oh, Hold on a second, I need to change a bulb. And at that point he stood up on the chair to do so and revealed he was only wearing a pair of… guess what… pants. Cue much guffawing in the room last night.

But I was not impressed. Y’see I think this very funny part of the demo highlighted the very essence of what is wrong with it. When I am talking business with someone, I want to know i am giving and getting the full 100% attention we each deserve. And you do not give 100% when you are doing business in your Y’s.

In fact what you are saying is – I am not the least bit interested in what you have got to say, I am only interested in selling to you – not buying from you.

And what else might you be doing? In your Y’s? Watching the cricket? Engaging in… ok, you get my drift.

but... how did they know my size?

I accept I may be being just a little precious in all this. Maybe I am wrong. But I felt uneasy watching it – and now I have the permanent reminder of it by winning a pair of pants in the raffle.

Roll on next week for some more face to face meetings with some more prospective clients. Suited and booted.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.