A sequel to
Nobody promised life would be easy
Warren Fox.When Lou died in November 2007 it left a big hole in my life. We used to sing together but now Iwas left without his support. Before he died I wrote a parody about him which he liked a lot.
That Wild Colonial Boy.
There was a wild colonial boy, Lou Shilton was his name.He's born and bred in North Shore, and that's where Lou earned his fame.He was his father's younger son, his mother's pride and joy.And dearly did the girls all love, that wild colonial boy. At the early age of 16 years, Lou left his parents' home.All over Auckland's northern shores, he was inclined to roam.He rode a great big Thunderbird, this was his only toy.A terror on the North Shore was, that wild colonial boy.One morning on the highway as Lou Shilton rode along.And listening to his Thunderbird, his motor hummed a song.Out sprang the three traffic cops, Black Tracker, Tollich, Lovejoy.The three set out to capture him, that wild colonial boy.“Pull over now Lou Shilton, for you see we're three to one”.“I will never surrender”, he said, as he gave his bike the gun.He dropped down a cog and wrapped it on, this trick he did employ.They won't get within a bull's roar, of that wild colonial boy.Around the Milford back roads where Lou Shilton made his run.They could only gaze in wonder, when Lou Shilton did the ton.He over revved and threw a rod, his engine he did destroy.And that was how they captured him, that wild colonial boy.
Explanation:- Thunderbird = a make of motorcycle.Gave his bike the gun = Full speed.Dropped down a cog = changed down a gear.Wrapped it on = Turning the twist grip to open the throttle.Within a bull's roar = Won't get close. Threw a rod = blew up the engine.During this time, at my requests, I was having six monthly PSA (prostate specific antigens) tests.As the readings slowly started to rise, which could be an indication of cancer of the prostate, thedoctor sent me for a biopsy. A not very nice procedure where they poke a camera into your bottomand have a look around and take six sample from the prostate with a needle that is attached to thisapparatus. The samples are sent off for analysis. Two weeks later I'm told that it is all clear andthere is no sign of cancer.As my prostate slowly grows larger, then so does the PSA reading and eventually the doctor sends me back for a second biopsy. Once again it comes back clear of cancer.After awhile, on odd occasions, I find it difficult to start urinating when I go to the toilet in themiddle of the night. The first time it happened I paced up and down for awhile until I was able to dolittle bits at five minute intervals until it was all gone. Then urinating comes back to normal again.I reported this to my doctor and he sent me back for a third biopsy. This time the Urologist agreedwith me that the high PSA reading was only due to the “massive” size of my prostate. (His wordsnot mine.) So he put me on a new drug called Finasteride to shrink my prostate. This did make itslowly shrink but for the first few weeks it made me feel very uncomfortable when urinating. Theuncomfortable feeling did slowly go away but I developed terrible itching all over my back which gotso bad that they had to take me off the Finasteride drug.Naturally my prostate started to grow again and on the 20
of December 2010, I woke at 2am