The ‘Ole Pigeon’ is a real hypochondriac. “This hurts, that hurts, this is sore, that is sore, I can’t see properly, my chest is heavy, my legs are not right, my shoulder is stiff, haven’t been to the loo for a week.” Arrrggghhhhhhhh! I’ve had enough of listening to that. To the ‘Ole Pigeon’ everything is doom and gloom, and misery. I think the ‘Old Pigeon’ needs a therapist. No, better, I think the Old Pigeon needs to go on the Oprah show and have a good old bawl on TV in front of a billion people. Then everyone can sympathise, write and call in and tell the ‘Old Pigeon’ that he is a handsome young sprightly thing that doesn’t need to worry. More tomorrow.. . . . . .
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