"Everything gives you cancer..."

Joe Jackson sang it.

But Joe wasn't standing next to Bill Wyman and reminding him of it: "So, you got prostate cancer, mate?" That's Bob Geldof looking typically snotty and wearing a silly teddy-boy cap.

PS, if you didn't read the caption would you have recognized that pudgy geezer as an ex-member of The Rolling Stones? Kind of nice, really, that Bill looks so ordinary. You'd almost have believed it if the caption said it was Ronnie Corbett.

It seems that more than ever, people are dropping from cancer and "immune deficiency" illnesses. I think Bowie and Frey's families would agree with that. And for the moment, Wyman has a reason to be cheerful. Unlike Dury, what he had was caught in time. Maybe it won't come back in another year, like some kind of evil Santa.

In the meantime, Bill did jot down new lyrics to his only well-known song.

"In Another Arse”

In another arse where the breeze
smells like
feces, and cancer’s in bloom
I shit and held my breath.
And the nurse got high as the gasses floated by
We started to pass out.
And nobody else's arse was full of poo
Not this strange kind of poo
Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke?
Much to my surprise
I opened my eyes.
The anesthesia passed and the sea and
The sky and my asshole were blue.
I stood and softly cursed.
And the nurse came by and she slyly gave a sigh:
“We caught it all in time.
And you will likely get to 81
You’ll still be having fun.”
Then I awoke
I coughed some kind of choke.
Much to all my fears
When I opened my ears
I heard the trumpets blow and Geldof
Turned red then he gleefully said
That Murdoch had balls for marrying Jerry Hall
(the girl pricked by Mick.)
I stood near Jerry Hall.
“And nobody else's balls will ever do”
She said those words to Rupe!
Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke?
I opened my eyes.
Much to my surprise…