Sliding doors moments. We all have them. Days where your life was changed. Days where you are a different person when you go to sleep to the person when you woke up. I am hellishly superstitious, this governs much of what I do. My Dad was similarly superstitious, he once said to me being lucky has nothing to do with luck. If he won a bet, he'd put some in the charity box we had in the front room. HE'd clobber us if we sung "The sun aint gonna shine anymore" by the Walker Brothers as he reckoned it would make it rain. If good luck ever came his way, he'd stay in bed for an extra ten minutes and say the rosary (Dad was a staunch Catholic). I once asked him if he enjoyed sayiong the Rosary, he said "No, that's why I do it, it is my way of showing God I appreciate the luck he's showered on me". And he was was lucky, he was in the RAF and survived being shot down over Romania, baling out of his plane with a parachute as it plummitted towards the ground after having been shot up by a German fighter. Dad told me that the experience changed his life. He said that he'd prayed that he could have his three score and ten and in return, he'd try his hardest to thank the Lord and the Virgin Mary every day. He also said that he would try and be a good person and make a difference. As he was a naturally mischievious person, that was not easy. He liked the company of rogues and employed many of Mill Hill's villains at his crash repair business at one time or another. He didn't try and reform them, but he gave them opportunities if they wanted it and gave a few a career in the motor trade that no one else would have. He told me that sometimes something happens and you see things as they really are. That changes you. I've never been shot down, but I've had a few life changing moments. I've always tried my hardest to take a positive from the experience. I thought it warranted a list.
1. November 2011 - Being diagnosed with Prostate cancer. I changed my diet and reflected on many things. Life is a journey and this has been a difficult part. At the time, I wondered what could possibly come out of the experience that was good? To my surprise, quite a lot. My blog gave me a platform to share my thoughts. It has been widely read and has inspired many people to get tested, some of whom sadly were found to have PC as well, but were caught early. The earlier it is caught, the better your options. I have had emails thanking me, friends in the pub saying the same. People have shared information and I've made new friends, who have supported me through my current challenges. When I woke up on that day, I genuinely thought they would tell me the biopsy was fine. Here I am 12 years later, facing an operation on Wednesday and battle with my health insurer. Their behaviour has given me a new fight. The procedure I am having is called Neurosafe. It gives a man a much better chance of avoiding impotence and incontinence. There is a stack of evidence, but my insurers have informed me that as it is not available on the NHS, it is not covered. Yesterday they informed me, this is a quote from their 'final letter' - This may come as a shock to many people who have paid tens of thousands over decades for cover, or like me are in work schemesAs you may imagine, this is something I think needs to be widely known, as if I'd put the cash I spent on the policy into a building society, I'd be able to afford the procedure and go to Australia with the change. When I have recovered, I will be off to see the financial ombudsman. This is not so much for me, but for all of the other poor mugs being taken for a ride, who actually have an option to choose a better company.
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The first ever ticket for the first ever False Dots gig. 75p for 4 bands. I hand made 150 of these and it sold out pic.twitter.com/1n18se9cIG— Roger Tichborne/Rog T (@Barneteye) August 5, 2023