As Promised...

Into the northern region of Canada, at the close of the nineteenth century, rode Dudley Do-Right of the Mounties, lonely defender of justice and fair play: handsome, brave, daring... and hopelessly lost.

So there you go Okhropir, my friend… something “fun” as promised before I go, and a wee bit o’the Scottish Enlightenment too! Never let it be said that I’m not an obliging fellow…



Bright and early tomorrow, I’m off to get my new bionic hip. With a bit of luck, I should be back by the middle of the month.

Here’s the fun that’s in store for me. Yikes! Pretty grisly shit.