So long and thanks for the fish!

The title of this tread is a reference to "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" for those unfamiliar with it I can recommend the books "a trilogy in 4 parts", and the old TV series, the movie was shit in comparison!
 
Righto its with some difficulty I'm posting this (no not emotionally, don't be daft)  as my vision is stuffed and I'm having and my thought processes are jumbled due to a bloody stroke!
I've lost @ 50% of my field of vision.
I may recover some of it, but I'm not going to hold my breath waiting to find out!
The doctors haven't finished the poking and prodding process so the jury is still out on the damage!

But the realist in me says that I'm not gonna be able to do the shit that I used to be able to! Including driving, gonna hate that!
So time to start planning unloading shit.......Cars, tools and equipment, a huge task and  I'll be loosing a mott$$a on it all but I need to clear it for Leslie's sake.......She's stuck by me, and stuck with me!

I've had a pretty good run till now, but it's time to join the rest of my derelict workmates as due to the hard toll on the body that my line of work and lifestyle tends to take, I've out lasted most of my peers in the industry.
So for me it's a case of stiff shit!

The sad thing for most of you lot is that you wont be able to take advantage if the situation as you all live in stupid places on the wrong side of the bloody world!   🤣 

So for you lot it's also a case of stiff shit, as from what I've seen.....most of you could use some decent quality tools and equipment at mate's rates to prevent having to do every bloody thing the hard way. 🤣
Even my fellow Aussies here tend to live a long way away!

Anyhow, my presence here will start to taper off, and I wont be able to fore fill my moderator duties any more, as just typing this, is too much like bloody hard work!
I will check in from time to time. 

Anyhow as we say here in Oz Hooroo! ( goodbye) for now 

PS, one time I wont miss is the bastard verification process wiping out my post!




 

Oh dear!
I am sincerley saddended to read of your plight. I hope you recover enough to live life fully but perhaps at a slower pace.
I'm new here but I genuinely love your contributions both as a poster and a Moderator and the off cundum humour you bring.
Your news has touched me but I'm not writing an obituary so maybe you should buy that Toyota Corona/Camry you have always lusted after and enjoy trouble free motoring even if it is from the passenger seat.
I wish you full recovery mate, take it slowly, do as you are told 🙄 and behave..🙄..
All the very best mate, Brian

Ya can stick your bloody Toyota Camys and Coronas up your hairy bloody arse! 🤣
And I suspect it will indeed be bloody after that effort! 😳🤣

Anyhow Lesley doesn't drive and never had a license, and not likely to start now!
Otherwise I'd give her the MG.

Cobber wrote:

Ya can stick your bloody Toyota Camys and Coronas up your hairy bloody arse! 🤣
And I suspect it will indeed be bloody after that effort! 😳🤣

Anyhow Lesley doesn't drive and never had a license, and not likely to start now!
Otherwise I'd give her the MG.

Good to see your brain isn't fried and you can still be a sarcastic old Sod...and I was trying to be nice too...😳
 

Hopefully you will recover some more of or ideally all of your sight.
Either way I wish to thank your for the assistance you have offered me “ in my hour of need”
Good luck.

The old brain box is a bit garbled ATM, it probably needs time to find new pathways to connect.
But the eyesight wasn't all that flash to begin with, however with the help of glasses with lenses as thick as the bottoms of coke bottles, I could get by and adapt, but with half of my field of vision gone.........and being a realist who is happy to be wrong, but not one to hang on to false hopes, well I suspect not knowing me or my forceful personality the medicos are gonna try an ease me into the new facts of life, and to be fair, they haven't finished all their bloody poking and prodding yet, there are still a shit load of diagnostics and head shaking with knitted brows to be done, before anything can be determined.

There was a time some years ago when my career in the motor trade was done 'n dusted, and I was having a swing at different things, radio presenter, author and heavy industrial.
The rural radio station, was fun, not big time by any imagination. It just really fall into my lap really I vaguely knew the station manager, as you do in a small country town, and he saw me holding court in a pub, full of piss and bad manners, carrying on like a pork chop, entertaining my mates  
 
Well there was a change in radio station management, those no talent bastards hated me because I wouldn't work to a script, it was all spontaneous and improvised off the cuff, me working off my wits and all the other presenters hated me, because they couldn't do what I did.
Which was do a 4 hour show with absolutely no preparation or idea what direction I was going to go in. 
I had the shittiest time slot, yet I had more listeners and feedback......both positive and negative, the latter because I wouldn't follow any party political line, treated all politics and it's practitioners with utter and equal contempt and I was of course upsetting to the moral minority wosers,  which all culminated in that being the end of that.
Being headstrong I wouldn't compromise, I cant do rehearsed scripts, I cant come across as fresh and interesting that way.
I need to roll with it and adapt to the situation as it unfolds, that's what worked for me! Think of the likes of Robbin Williams or Billy Connelly, no where near their level of talent of course, nothing near it.  But I shared the unpredictable factor, which is what I loved.
This was thoroughly exhausting though, I'd be absolutely buggered after a show of thinking on my feet and talking shit of the cuff!
I s'pose I could've tried again with the big city stations, but realistically that'd be a hard slog and probably end in tears before bed time!
I might've stood half a chance if the manager who recruited me had've stayed in the industry, but he moved on to other things.

And the writing thing,,came to an abrupt halt when some scum bag vermin broke in to my old Volvo 265 GLE station wagon (estate to you pomgolians) to steal a tatty battered old leather brief case that contained my half written and only copy of my manuscript, the stupid bastard should've been able to see there was nothing of value in it, which why it was left open! No gold bullion or shipments of gem stones in there! But of course junkie scum vermin aren't all that smart. They also pinched a bag of filthy work clothes and a tally and grotty old leather motorcycle jacket.........hardly the crime of the century 
It was in the car as I was away from home working on a job interstate. So that knackered that sketch!
I couldn't be arsed starting that again, and was already well into my new career change into industrial engineering, and really didn't have the time to start writing it again.
And to be realistic It's one thing to write it, yet quite another to get it published, let alone being something else for it to actually sell! 

I guess my point is, if things had panned out differently, I'd probably be a damned side healthier now if I took another path. All those physical injuries, add up over time, I have a truly impressive collection of scars) through in the chemical exposure, and a few over notable threats to lie and limb, such as, the time I managed to blow myself up (bid of a miscalculation there), a couple of falls from heights, a stubbing wound to the leg and accidental radiation exposure incident to name a few I did pretty well lasting as long as I have all things considered! 
Circumstances change and you adapt, no point moaning about it

Like all good feral species, and noxious weeds, I'm hard to kill! 
I'll just have to find another way of being an utter pain in the arse to all and sundry!



 

You are a very intetesting Man.
The only way to describe you is as Cobber..it says it all.
You have had and still are living a fascinating life and there is more to come.
I hope you become stronger with each passing day and if willpower has anything to do with it you will.
I totally understand about the manuscript as both my wife and I have published books. Manuscripts are precious as you can't rewrite it because you cant put back the hours, days, months you spent crafting it. These days its on computer and parranoia is real that you delete it!
Rest, kick the shit out of it quietly whilst nodding beninely at the Doc and carry on being Cobber.
Good luck mate.

Well.
It is at times like this you think this is a very difficult moment, I had better be sensitive.
Then you think, nah its Cobber, screw that.
I have only been here a moment in time already and benefited enormously from every ones input, particularly yours Cobber, I have learned a spade after all is not an inverted earth moving implement, it is just a spade.
There is hope too.
My mate Tony the malt, has had 3 strokes, upon one of his most recent tests it was revealed he was short of Iron, he re evaluated the contents of the Irish stout he occasionally imbibed and discovered, yes that's right, its chock full of iron.
He has taken this on board with great gusto, his intake must have risen by just the right amount, {he uses it to wash down or chase his malt whisky,} we know this because his last test showed a marked increase in the deficient metal and having no incidences since is convinced he has found the answer to pretty much all illness.  
Having not then had an incident since, he wrote to their plant in Dublin full of praise and gratitude, for his efforts he received a special two litre can of his life giving elixir and a badge he wears proudly to the pub three times a week.
My brother in law on the other hand, Harry the hat, has had two strokes and places his near miraculous recovery firmly at the foot of the alter of the bingo hall.
His wife, an avid bingo goer leaves him to his own devices most weekends, this cheers him and his girlfriend up enormously, he also seems to be recovering well, always smiling whenever I meet him.
Closer to home, my fourteen year old collie is recovering well from his ischemic incident, he craps liberally on the pavement, pisses up lamp posts and barks with real venom at anything that pisses him off, cats scatter on sight, if they know what's good for them.
Now I am not advocating any of this, except the consumption of whisky or Guinness and  perhaps pissing it up lamp posts, I cant see the harm in that, but I am reinforcing that which you already possess, an attitude.
I trust you will treat your recent experience with the same disdain that you liberally anoint the world, we all here wish you well, keep on keeping on.
Best wishes Dick.
That's my name, not in this case a pomgolian insult.
 

  
 

What ! ! I need some time to process this, it is not the best news to start a sunny day.
No other contributor has earned my respect over the years than this man, humour & knowledge in equal measure. We have gone off at tangents where no one knew those tangents existed.
Whether we would tessellate to the same degree, if we were to meet, is open to conjecture, but - - - -.
I’m off walking today & I will consider.
I will remain, your old “mate”.
M

This is very bad new to read today mate.  Im immensely sorry to hear youve had a stroke and not much I can really say that will help otehr than I just hope that you make a much faster and more complete recovery than you expect.

Mate, that is a truly shitty thing to happen to you.
Hopefully, your brain will compensate, as you say, and find new pathways.
Do keep us updated on any revelations that the Doc's poking, prodding and prognostications provide.  
In the mean time, I will post in this size print, hoping it helps you.
(For anyone else to do the same, if you look to the top left of the reply/ post box you'll see a 'Size' button.This is the max. 200 )

Dear Cobber,  =26pxit's hard to add anything to the things others have said.
But  =26pxit's also hard to beat you.  =26pxIt's a big blow, but you´ll keep enjoying life like you have always done, only in a different way.

​​​​​​​And you could get better, even much better. It mostly depends on how long it took for you to get treatment since your symptoms started. I cross my fingers for that and hope  =26pxyou'll be able to drive again. And to come back to this forum where you are so much appreciated and where you would leave a gigantic vacuum if you don't show up again.

=26px​​​​​​​It's always been a great pleasure reading you, learning from you, and I only wish it will remain the same.

Big hug, 
​​​​​​​Pedro