On being struck down by the dreaded lurgi
Today, I mostly being struck down by the dreaded lurgi, one of the symptoms of which being losing the will to type anything more than three short paragraphs at a time. Talk amongst yourselves, then.
Last night, in my delirium, I dreamed that I assassinated President George W Bush and brought down the entire western capitalist system with little more that a crate of Stinger missiles whilst hiding in a hedge on the Albert Embankment.
Just so you know, like, for when it happens.