Very soon, this part of Salut! Sunderland will be popping into a friendly hospital in west London to have a minor operation.
Minor as it may be, it will be on my right hand. I have something called Dupuytren’s contracture, which can be caused by excessive alcohol intake (me!?) but also by hereditary means (that’s more like it – mother had it too).
It doesn’t stop me playing badminton in a reasonably vigorous manner for a man of my age, hereditary impediments and love of the occasional glass. I still type as well as ever, though my two-finger technique was never very impressive. But it has given the little finger of the right hand an increasingly crooked look which has reached the stage of needing to be fixed (at least until it comes back, which happens in 30 per cent of cases).
And once the surgeon’s knife goes in, even that level of typing proficiency will disappear, I’m told, for two or three weeks.
So all of you who write often or sometimes for Salut! Sunderland – Pete Sixsmith, Jeremy Robson, Luke Harvey and Bill Taylor spring to mind – should consider yourselves invited, cajoled, begged to get some articles done and dusted now for easy insertion when I will be, to some degree or other, incapicitated (most of the first three weeks of October).
Lots of other people, beyond the regulars listed earlier, have written for the site, or have had their jottings adapted from elsewhere (Ready To Go, the Blackcast list etc).
Others may feel they could do as well or better, and would be very welcome – there is an e-mail link for me near the top of the lefthand sidebar.
Now is the time to come to the aid of the partier (or unfortunate victim of hereditary complaints).