spitty man

Until a couple of weeks ago when I assume his treatment finished, there was a guy who used to use the same radiotherapy waiting room as me, who went by the name of spitty boy. He used to announce his arrival with a big hock and spit into what I assume was a waste paper bin from home. No one said anything because it was obviously related to his condition. Didn't make it any less unpleasant though.

Anyway folks, I am here to tell you that I am now spitty man.

I am a little more discrete in the hospital than the original but I now have a bowl with me by my bed at night and by the sofa during the day. The simple fact is that if you don't spit it out it makes you sick, so watcha gonna do?

This blog was bought to you by the gobbing marketing board of Great Britain and was sponsored by Sid's Spittoons of Stoke.

With apologies.