Thursday 18 April 2013

Wishful Thinking

Before I go back into hospital today I thought I might give this a try:



Wanted: Doppelganger.
Must be 40ish (but in denial about it), 173cm tall, about 70kg (and falling). It is essential that you be stunningly handsome, charming and intelligent. You should probably be male. You must not like games that involve more than one ball.

Position description:
This position involves lots of time lying around in bed!

Remuneration:
Notwithstanding the fact that suitably handsome and intelligent applicants will be rare, we still consider that this unique opportunity to be me for a couple of months is ample reward in itself. Indeed, applications should include a list of inducements to be paid to us should you wish your expression of interest to proceed beyond the first stage.
 This unique position also comes with a painfully skinny, annoying, clingy, beeping, burping, farting and drug pushing companion named polly.

Pre requisites:
Must like dogs. (Oh and chemotherapy… and puking occasionally, and hospital food, and a lack of sleep).

Apply to:
Applications should be in writing to wherever I happen to be in the sunny south of France.

Alternatively:
Wanted: Smackhead looking for a cheap fix.
Must be able to remember that your name is now Pete. Must be able to resist stealing other patients stuff for duration… oh forget it, I’ll do it myself.

Cheers, Pete.

 


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