Right. Just a note for today. Did you know that Stanley Kubrick wanted Pink Floyd to do the soundtrack to A Clockwork Orange? He also wanted the rights to edit the music how he pleased, so they told him to jog on. Here's how the beginning of the film ended up after Pink Floyd's refusal, and here's how it could have ended up, had they come to an agreement.
Also, did you know what the BBC decided to do when broadcasting the most momentous event in humankind's history- the Apollo 11 mission to land on the moon? They decided to bung Pink Floyd into a studio and have them make up some music as they went along. I love this. There are a bunch of scientists watching the proceedings on a big screen, occasionally saying what they think is going on, then next to them are Pink Floyd, playing live to millions of British viewers as they watch Buzz and Neil on a soundstage in Los Angeles in the Sea of Tranquillity. I have been listening to more than a bit of Pink Floyd lately. They're cool.
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The Billy Ocean campaign was aborted before it began- I realised I have a lot of Pink Floyd albums I still have to get through as a result of losing a bet with Dave Gilmour.
On Wednesday I have an appointment with the gastroenterologist to discuss the results of putting what felt like a JCB down my digestive tract. The conversation may well go something like this:
Me: Hullo, have I got Coeliac's Disease, then?
Gastroenterologist: We don't know, the results are still pending.
Me: So what the fuck am I doing here at the hospital?
Gastroenterologist: Well, I thought you were good company, so-
Me: Hang on a second, hold the fucking phone here, chum. I had my endoscopy on the seventeenth of September.
Gastroenterologist: Right.
Me: And I was promised my results within 14 days.
Gastroenterologist: Mm.
Me: And it's been 51 days and still nothing.
Gastroenterologist: Yup.
Me: And for me to be referred to a dietitian so I can get gluten free prescription stuff, I need you to look at my results.
Gastroenterologist: Ahuh.
Me: Which you don't have.
Gastroenterologist: That's right.
Me: Any idea WHEN you'll have them?
Gastroenterologist: Impossible to say.
Me: Well, it didn't seem so impossible to say 51 days ago.
Gastroenterologist: Ah, but that was the standard it'll take a couple of weeks answer. Once it takes longer than 14 days, your guess is as good as mine.
Me: I'm not entirely heartened by a doctor telling me that his guess is as good as mine. You didn't go to medical school for years to become as good/bad as me at guessing, did you?
Gastroenterologist: ...
Me: Is there any particular reason why you haven't got my results? Is there any particular reason why you haven't cancelled this appointment which is pointless for the both of us seeing as its sole purpose is for us to discuss the test results, results which you don't have?
Gastroenterologist: Because we hate you and we think you're a prick?
I went down to the surgery the other day and asked them if they had the results in- sometimes the results go to the GP and they don't tell you because it amuses them. However, they said that the results were pending, and as for when I'd get them, "your guess is as good as mine." But I remain hopeful that my results might rear their ugly head within the next three days. The clock is ticking.
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