(Some of you old 'uns need to be careful)

I used to work with Alec 30 years ago.

He was a camp little fucker; not gay, especially, but he said he helped them out if they were busy.  In the Navy they’d say that “He’d fuck an old bayonet wound”.

Anyway, he was telling us once about his dad.  He’d have been in his 80’s and in his last days Alec had gone visiting him everyday at his own house a few doors down from Alec’s.

On one occasion he asked him, “So, how are you today, Dad?”

“A lot better, thanks, Alec.  In fact this morning I had a wank”.

He died the following day.

Makes you think, doesn’t it?