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The Hippocranky Oath

4 May 2006

I went to my GP today to see about a few very vague wafty things that have been intermittently bothering me in a vague wafty way, except when they were suddenly all happening together and made me feel as though I was falling apart.

We talked about the fact that my legs keep giving me jip when I walk and as I rolled my trouser legs back down after inspection, I mentioned that my legs were my least favourite body part, but that it didn’t matter because I kept them hidden under my trousers. “You’re always so down on yourself,” he said, “I should give you a kick.”

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