thilly thursday, page-2

I did something interesting last night and compared the number of times my grandad took a pee in 1912 with a series of my own pee data:

Now, grandad died shooting at the English across a trench in France. Obviously I am nervous as clearly I will befall the same fate.... the correlation in pee data being just too close.

I have had to give up walks near Bondi.... too many trenches... too many poms.