The local Chinese restaurant is very good. We’re not talking ‘take-away’ here but restaurant. However they do a ‘cheap’ lunch menu that I have partaken of several times over the years I have lived here. On this menu many of the meals come with ‘seasonal vegetables’, however everytime you order one of these meals the ‘seasonal vegetables’ always turn out to be brocolli. Now I have nothing against brocolli, but why not simply put that on the menu, instead of giving the false hope that one day you may get spring green, or green beans.

So what is the link to my doctor? Well, it seems that I need to take a trip to the doctors for him to have a look at my knees. Currently when I walk up the stairs there is a clicking noise that I am sure shouldn’t be there. This noise is coming from my knee and not the stair-boards as I first hoped. If I was a robot a good sprinkling of WD40 would help but I am, despite claims to the contrary from some, alive. The noise is coming from my right knee and so a trip to my ‘Chinese’ doc is called for. Now he is a good guy and a very competent doc. (When I say Chinese doc I mean his ethnic background is Chinese, not that when I go there he will give me some bark and twigs, tell me to boil it in hot water and drink the stuff.) Although there is always an irrational fear that he will send me away with a prescription for powdered rhino horn (or paerhaps that is simply wishful thinking).

Anyhow my doctor has a habit of talking about nothing inparticular when you go and visit him. On several occasions this leads to him expounding on the nutritional merits of, you guessed it brocolli. I am beginning to wonder if he is in league with the Chinese restuarant? Is there a sinister conection between the two? Or, has my wonderful little town been infiltrated by a Triad gang, who, having seen the rise in ‘vegetarianism’ have opted from drug smuggling into the ‘brocolli’ market? Perhaps there is more money to be made from ‘Home countries green’ than ‘Moroccan Red’.

It seems the whore, sorry I mean, bride of Christ is having another fun time. Yes the Church of England is trying to sort out how to get women bishops into place. Now personally I don’t much hold to the whole ordination thing so couldn’t really care less. But I was watching the news at lunchtime and couldn’t stop laughing.

There was an interview with some lady who was on some committee or other and she was explainign how a proposal of ‘getting around’ having a women bishop worked. Some bods in the church don’t want a woman bishop or any priest associted with them because of something that they call ‘tainting’. Therefore if they want they can have a male bishop who hasn’t ordained any women priests at all, and is therefore untainted.

Anyhow what made me laugh was the phrase this woman used. How she didn’t laugh as she realised what she said I don’t know, or is it perhaps that people connected with the church are a little out of touch with society? (That is a rhetorical question, I know the answer to that.) She said, and I paraphrase slightly, although the funny line is exact, ‘So Parishers can opt for a Bishop who is not tainted (here it comes)a bishop who has never laid hands on a woman.’

Private Secret Diary is a very funny blog. I have mentioned it before but thought I should mention it again as today, or was it yesterday, he mentioned two of my musical heroes. I feel vindicated for living. So if you want to know more about the wonderful life of Jonny, the LTLP, Narcaleptic Dave and the rest of the crowd from Norfolk then go here and have a good laugh.