My 'new patient' visit to the doctors a few weeks ago revealed that a small cyst on my back should go. Today it went. The minimal nature of this intrusion is easily demonstrated by my telling you I have an appointment next week to have my stitch out. No, please don't send cards. The doctor told me I would be in discomfort later and to take paracetemol. No such tablets have been taken due to a complete absence of said discomfort apart from a brief moment this evening when I sat back on the sofa and the beading on a cushion came a bit sharp, as my Aunty Brenda would put it.
During the operation I discussed with the surgeon, a local GP and a fellow Christian, the nature of the various evangelical groupings within General Synod, which says less for my powers of concentration than it does for his. Afterwards I realised that a member of Reform had been holding a scalpel over things I value greatly, which I believe is a position a large number of members of Reform would like to be in in relation to me.
I will look marginally more rugged in swimwear next season.
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I thought from the title of the post that you were going to talk about a group you'd come across in the course of your work. Disappointed, but glad the op went well.
Yes. It's the name for the new men's group. Thank you.
Is that "reform" the political think-tank or "reform" the Calvinist-fundy-evangelical group?
The latter, mate, the latter.
Calvinist-fundy? Is that different to just fundy?
Oh yes. You can be fundy almost anything. I was talking to a fundamentalist organic greengrocer only the other day who lamented the intrusion of non-native vegetables into his local business.
If you're going to insult a fundamentalist you always need to qualify or they'll say you've misunderstood them. Get it right and they'll be quite happy.
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