Atishoo, a tissue

Ye Gods!

How much gunk can one head produce? I nearly gave myself a nosebleed earlier, sneezing and blowing my nose. Oh well: hold on for another 24 hours and the worst will be over. At least colds storm through quickly and then sneak off again.

It is worth noting that on the 4th May, I passed the two year mark off cigarettes. I think this is the first proper cold I have had in that period and annoying as it is, it is nowhere near as bad as they were when my head was as full of tar as it was snot. I only cough these days when something goes down the wrong way, too.

Yay, me!

Now. More Lemsip.

Atishoo, a tissue

Ye Gods!

How much gunk can one head produce? I nearly gave myself a nosebleed earlier, sneezing and blowing my nose. Oh well: hold on for another 24 hours and the worst will be over. At least colds storm through quickly and then sneak off again.

It is worth noting that on the 4th May, I passed the two year mark off cigarettes. I think this is the first proper cold I have had in that period and annoying as it is, it is nowhere near as bad as they were when my head was as full of tar as it was snot. I only cough these days when something goes down the wrong way, too.

Yay, me!

Now. More Lemsip.

Thought for the day

"Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth." (Benjamin Disraeli)

Thought for the day

"Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth." (Benjamin Disraeli)

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right...

Well here I am all hot and bothered, with a voice that can currently manage a passably raspy Schwarzenegger. To add insult to injury, office IT issues continue, so I am without internet access or even intranet access. The former is annoying, the latter a hindrance. I don’t know what the bloody problem is with our servers, but these past two or three months something seems to die on a regular basis. At least this time we can get at our working documents.

Anyway, for reference, I am typing this at 11.38am or so, regardless of when it actually gets cut and pasted into LJ (on the off chance the servers stay off line all day, it’s 14 May!).

The surrealism quotient in London is high today and probably not helped by any meddies I take to control my cold symptoms (I would have preferred to stay in bed and sweat it out, but there are brownie points to be had in spending a day at work coughing, spluttering and sounding like a Terminator). I have noticed that people with wheelie luggage are thin on the ground, so reality is being stretched a little thin in places.

Oddness is seeping through.

When I got off the Tube at Victoria this morning, there was a noticeably high number of people wandering around vacantly muttering to themselves; clearly not on hands-free sets and talking to their stockbroker or bookie. The first indication came, however, while I was still underground. A woman across the carriage from me started coughing and spluttering in that phlegmy way you do when you have a cold or catch your throat. A voice next to me piped up in a sad, sepulchral wail, swine flu… Sat there was an odd little hunched pink morlock with hooded eyes and no apparent lips, hunkered down in a grey raincoat and a cricket hat.

That’s when I knew it was going to be one of those days…

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right...

Well here I am all hot and bothered, with a voice that can currently manage a passably raspy Schwarzenegger. To add insult to injury, office IT issues continue, so I am without internet access or even intranet access. The former is annoying, the latter a hindrance. I don’t know what the bloody problem is with our servers, but these past two or three months something seems to die on a regular basis. At least this time we can get at our working documents.

Anyway, for reference, I am typing this at 11.38am or so, regardless of when it actually gets cut and pasted into LJ (on the off chance the servers stay off line all day, it’s 14 May!).

The surrealism quotient in London is high today and probably not helped by any meddies I take to control my cold symptoms (I would have preferred to stay in bed and sweat it out, but there are brownie points to be had in spending a day at work coughing, spluttering and sounding like a Terminator). I have noticed that people with wheelie luggage are thin on the ground, so reality is being stretched a little thin in places.

Oddness is seeping through.

When I got off the Tube at Victoria this morning, there was a noticeably high number of people wandering around vacantly muttering to themselves; clearly not on hands-free sets and talking to their stockbroker or bookie. The first indication came, however, while I was still underground. A woman across the carriage from me started coughing and spluttering in that phlegmy way you do when you have a cold or catch your throat. A voice next to me piped up in a sad, sepulchral wail, swine flu… Sat there was an odd little hunched pink morlock with hooded eyes and no apparent lips, hunkered down in a grey raincoat and a cricket hat.

That’s when I knew it was going to be one of those days…