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…