Sick as a parrot, Brian.

[hirez]

In days of yore (that's old Norse for 'only three channels of telly') illness of the digestive tract was treated by snuggling up against the Aga and only being given an eggcup full of water at any one time. After 24 hours, a chap was allowed toast and a mug of Bovril. If that stayed down/in, it was egg and chips for supper.

Proper illness warranted a bottle of Lucozade. They were glass and came wrapped in orange cellophane.

At least that's why I think I crave toast and Bovril when I'm being poorly.