I dare you to look away

Alright, so I’m watching Embarassing Bodies. A UK show, where nothing..I mean NOTHING is out of bounds.

So for tonight’s viewing we have a woman who thought she was allergic to sperm, for over 20 years, having the old nookie was terribly painful. Turns out she had a reaction to being touched, stroked etc and just needed anti histamines..who would have thought.

Now we look at a gentleman to see if he can get back back his normal penis. Yes the poor Chappy had some obscure disease, which surgery could only cure. I was fortunate? to see his operation, well the end of it.. His first operation left a massive gash from one end to ..well the other, which had to be left open for 6 months (I can see you men squirming)before he could have the 2nd. Clap hands everyone the 2nd one was a success and now he can pee and do the other thing he needs to do with it, without any discomfort.

At least the last patient, didn’t have to strip down, she had ear implants. Not quite as ‘woah’ as the last one. The poor love was born without ears, now she has two chiselled out from her rib cage, an implant and can now thankfully she can hear.

For those who haven’t watched this show, I know it’s all in the name of medical …no it can’t even be called medical science. It’s a program that perhaps is trying to encourage those with more than the unusual bodily issues to come forward.

Step right up ladies and gentlemen drop your pants, take off your bra and knickers and stand proud!

I couldn’t imagine fronting up to one of these acclaimed doctors in their mobile vans, (they are good doctors by the way) who tour the countryside to find those willing to show every body part imaginable on public television. I mean what will their co workers think? Strangely though, it’s a program that sucks me in, though it does turn my insides out on occasion.

Thankfully now for my viewing pleasure I have Gordon Ramsay in Hotel Hell…okay it’s the better of two evils.

PS: I didn’t have poetry in me, I haven’t any more news on the Penguins..this is all I had.

Over 50 and then some

Life over 50

how does it change us?

what makes us different if anything?

we see the same things ……. though probably now through squinted eyes or glasses

we hear the same things … though you may have to speak up a little or slower

we smell the same things …. our nostrils haven’t let us down yet

do we feel the same?

hmmm no… our brains think we do, our bodies are less inclined

it’s our prerogative to have achy knees, hands, feet or legs, we have used them for a long time

to say what we want to though it may offend, our right to speak our mind

to be who we are without pretence

to laugh when possibly inappropriate or to cry when our insides tell us to

to enjoy ourselves like never before

we aren’t the younger generation any longer

we have had to work hard all our lives to get our possessions

we are grateful for having learnt manners and respect for others and not be cruel or bully

we worked up the chain in our jobs to obtain a higher rank

we can be who we are without apology

our mind tells us age is a number…our bodies remind us it isn’t

That’s all nothing more, nothing less

we can groan when we stand up, bend down, sit, squat or wake

we can repeat ourselves

we can forget things

make mountains out of molehills


we can be tired, grumpy, hysterical and delirious

we can be over the moon or wet our pants from laughing too hard

we remember parts of our childhood & perhaps some of our youth

we wonder if we had our time again would we change anything

we do secretly wish for an anti ageing cream that works

we would like our skin to be smooth as a babes bottom again

but can we have it ….no

do we accept our laugh lines on our faces…we should

for they are ‘us’ they tell our story of what we have done and where we have been without a spoken word

would we wish to go back in time and change who we are or how we are

but how would we change things, we are who we are because of what we have experienced in our lives, what we have

learnt, what we have taught, what we have been shown, where we were born, how we were brought up

to change ‘us’ would mean the changing of events, experiences,relationships,  friends, colleagues and family that are

around us

we went through pain to feel the happiness

we went through sorrow to feel the joy

we went through hardship to have good fortune

and that I don’t think I want that to change

we can be many things, we have gratefully lived till now, and we will continue to do so…hopefully.