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Arsebook: My Rear In Status 2011
When Andrew was diagnosed with colon cancer in 2011, the first thing he did was wipe the lube off his bottom and pull his pants back up. The second thing he did was go home and hug his wife and daughter. The third thing he did was log in and update his status on his favourite social media. "Arsebook" is the sometimes-touching, sometimes-crazy, always-graphic tale of the short, unpleasant life and unmourned, undignified death of the intestinal denizen who came to be known as Arsetribble, told through the immortal storytelling medium of social media status messages and comments. Between these covers lies everything you ever wanted to know about colon cancer, but were too squeamish to ask. There's also quite a few things you never wanted to know in the first place.
158 pages, Paperback
First published July 16, 2012
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Andrew Hindle
27 books52 followersAndrew "Chucky" Hindle was born and raised in Western Australia, before Internet romance brought him to Finland where he is now living happily ever after with his wife Janica, his daughters Elsa and Freja, his duck Clyde, his car Lazarus and his smartphone Mopho Cake V.
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July 25, 2012
Getting cancer isn't exactly something to joke about. Or, it shouldn't be. Someone didn't tell Andrew Hindle this, though.
Packed with Facebook entries and collections of informative rants (which can sometimes be too informative), Mister Hindle has generously shared a bizarre and humorous side to his personal battle against Colon Cancer. Because, not satisfied with one big C, he went for two.
While much of the book is genuinely funny, and some of it merely hilarious, he's managed to show the positive effects having your friends connected to you via Facebook during such an obviously frightening and difficult period. And, while he desperately tries to put on a brave, unflinching, and smiling face, there's enough between the lines to see just how important humour was for him as a coping mechanism.
This is a wonderful book for anyone suffering the arguable joy of prolonged hospital exposure. Wonderful not for any facts, because you won't find many. Nor for any guide on how to survive physically, because he had no alternative medicines and recommends no oddball diet. But for sheer lunatic attitude and unbridled bloody-mindedness in the face of messy odds and even messier colostomy bags, there's no other book to compare.
It's like a photo-album of chitchat. A collection of insults and bum-related puns. It celebrates humour in the face of the darkest hours of our lives and even if you don't get all the jokes, you have to be jealous of a man who can summon up the quality of friends and family he had around him as support. And who then went on to make many jokes at his expense.
Packed with Facebook entries and collections of informative rants (which can sometimes be too informative), Mister Hindle has generously shared a bizarre and humorous side to his personal battle against Colon Cancer. Because, not satisfied with one big C, he went for two.
While much of the book is genuinely funny, and some of it merely hilarious, he's managed to show the positive effects having your friends connected to you via Facebook during such an obviously frightening and difficult period. And, while he desperately tries to put on a brave, unflinching, and smiling face, there's enough between the lines to see just how important humour was for him as a coping mechanism.
This is a wonderful book for anyone suffering the arguable joy of prolonged hospital exposure. Wonderful not for any facts, because you won't find many. Nor for any guide on how to survive physically, because he had no alternative medicines and recommends no oddball diet. But for sheer lunatic attitude and unbridled bloody-mindedness in the face of messy odds and even messier colostomy bags, there's no other book to compare.
It's like a photo-album of chitchat. A collection of insults and bum-related puns. It celebrates humour in the face of the darkest hours of our lives and even if you don't get all the jokes, you have to be jealous of a man who can summon up the quality of friends and family he had around him as support. And who then went on to make many jokes at his expense.
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