POLITICIANS, KNEECAPS, AND COLLAPSING IN A HEAP LIKE A DEMENTED HOUSE OF CARDS…

Factoid of the day.

In seventeen days’ time, (on June 18th, to be precise) someone I’ve never met in my life before is going to put me to sleep.

Then another person I’ve never met before is going to slice open the skin around my right knee, gently remove my old patella (that’s my kneecap to the uninitiated), and replace it with a brand spanking new one.

When I wake up, and the anaesthetic wears off, my right leg will probably hurt like a bitch.

Then, over the next few months, the bitch will gradually take a back seat, and my ability to walk up or down stairs (or indeed walk anywhere) pain-free, will become a regular occurrence.

The, around nine months down the line, God willing, the whole damned rigmarole will happen again… only, this time, with my left knee.

The whole thing about knees is that they’re a bit like politicians. Sooner or later, they’ll let you down.

Sooner or later, the weight of constantly having to make the right decision for your whole body (or your whole nation) becomes a pain too much to bear…and your life collapses around you like a house of cards with no belief system, and no balance.

That’s why, sooner or later, we need replacement political parties.

And that’s why, sooner or later, we need replacement kneecaps…