I’ve been giving blood for many, many years now. I’ve donated enough of the red stuff to nearly fill up five desiccated humans. I’ve been on the bone marrow register for more than a decade and been a close match three times. Yet, not once in all that time, not once in 18 years has Billy Blood Drop ever made an appearance.
On my next burpday I think that Billy should really make the effort. I’d like a visit for a change, a handshake or even a manly pat on the back. Granted I’ve been drinking his tea for a while and he always leaves some biscuits to munch on. Yesterday he even left two packets of hula hoops. I was going to eat one but these little kids were waiting while their dad was giving blood. I had to let them have the hoopy goodness while I contented myself with my ginger nuts.
Does anyone have any empirical evidence that hula hoops are smaller in the 21st century than in the 20th. They seem smaller but my hands weren’t quite as rugged and sturdy as they are now. I could fit the hoops on each of my fingers and then snarf all 10 in quick succession. Now even my pinky has trouble wedging into a hula hoop. I swear they’ve shrunk the blighters.
Anyway Billy. A decent enough bloke really but he’d be more popular if we could see him more often. I know he hangs round hospital wards and does his bit for “charidy” (he doesn’t like to talk about it) but he’s never down the pub getting the round in. Why is that? Do you think he’s one of those tea totallers that you hear about?
Can you bloggers do me a favour? Pop into your next blood donor session and give blood. If you see Billy hanging around, maybe flirting with the ladies, then get back to me. It may be that I’m just in the wrong place at the wrong time and I keep missing him.