2006 - May

[MickCollins]

I'm glad to hear all things Andy-related are looking brighter.

I've got tendonitis in my ankle - ironically it's my right ankle. I say ironically, because a few years back I broke my left ankle playing rugby. Or, rather, I broke both the Tibia and Fibula, ruptured my achilles tendon and dislocated my ankle. It wasn't the greatest moment of my sporting life. Now, I plod round 26 miles, without realising I'm ever so slightly favouring it all the way, and hurt the right one!

So, it's paying physio's bills. I mean, turn up at your GP's and tell him you get through 40 cigarettes a day, stopping only to down bottles of Domestos and mainline the dodgiest smack South London can manage, and you get a hospital referral straightaway. Tell him you've started to look after yourself, but as a result of the running which has kept you out of his surgery for the last year, you've got a bit of a sore ankle, and he looks at you like you've asked to give the receptionist one.

Sorry, five minutes of injury and I seem to have turned into Norman Tebbitt. What a horrible thought...