When I was little boy In Gram­mar school
Always went by the very best rule
But Ever­time the bell would ring
You’d catch me play­ing with my ding-a-ling

Thus goes Chuck Berry’s clas­sic, ‘My Ding-a-Ling’.

At the ripe old age of twenty-five, I have been the lucky recip­i­ent of an inguin­al her­nia. As men­tioned earli­er, I car­ried it through linux​.conf​.au (whilst exer­cising a degree of dili­gence). My oper­a­tion was one week later, con­veni­ently sched­uled for Janu­ary 25. That left me mostly immob­ile for Aus­tralia Day. I passed the time with my laptop whilst the Fox Clas­sics chan­nel broad­cas­ted a mara­thon of Kings­wood Coun­try. I have har­boured fond memor­ies of this clas­sic piece of Aus­trali­ana since my child­hood, and I was glad to be able to see it again. Pre­sum­ably, mod­ern-day polit­ic­al cor­rect­ness keeps it off the air for most of the time, which is a grand shame con­sid­er­ing that the un-PC ele­ments were inten­ded as humor­ous plot devices and were not meant to be offens­ive to viewers.

Two days later, against my bet­ter judge­ment, I was walk­ing around and play­ing Wii ten­nis. I had nev­er played a Wii before and it looked like so much fun that I just had to do it! Apart from some dress­ings which lost adhe­sion (due to the abdom­in­al twist­ing asso­ci­ated with ten­nis), I was no worse for wear. Now, nearly two months later, I feel com­pletely fine. It sure feels good to have the pro­ced­ure over and done with. Now I can resume my iron­man training…

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