Monday, April 06, 2009
I'd Call This Convalescence If Only I Could Spell It
So, apparently, I Did Not Die.
That oxymahoojeyflip hydrochloride cleared the nasal passages enough to get me a half decent night's sleep last night, an mp3 of WPIX FM's Penthouse Party Hosted By Dan Neer 1979 (thanks Jon) and a bit of Lonesome Music's mixtape got me through the shower and shave this morning, the new Word magazine arrived with some nice things on the free CD, and an afternoon walk with Mrs H and the girlies to the shops and back via the pub on the river improved the situation still further.
I have a very croaky voice and can do a mean 'I Was Born Under A Wanderin' Star' if anyone's interested, which I do not suppose they are.
Eddie Floyd - 'Things Get Better' (1967)
Well done on Paul Haig day all concerned; I'd have taken part if I'd had any Paul Haig.
PS: I do not ever want to drink Lemsip again, thanks.