Whilst the world celebrated the New Year and the dawn of 2008, I was lying in bed, wracked with fever and a headache that was so bad that I was hoping that it was proof of some latent mutant telepathic power that was finally about to manifest. Alas, I had the pain, but not the telepathy.

After 4 days and still no sign of the fever abating, it turns ( Read more... )

If mucus is a fossil fuel, the world need not worry about power anymore because there's enough mucus clogging up my nose to fulfill mankind's power needs for the next ten million years.

Damned flu. 

For the past 26 hours, I have been running off to the toilet to shit for a grand total of, I kid you not, NINE times.

Whatever is going on in the inner sanctum of my rectum, please stop. I'm not sure my arsehole can take any more. 

My Grad Project is barely on its way, my nose is churning out more mucus than Microsoft has sold copies of Vista and mosquitoes are assaulting my feet, leaving numerous red spots, making me look like I have chicken pox (which incidentally, I still have not experienced yet). Oh woe is me.

The Smiths are pretty damn funky. So these are the guys that ( Read more... )