So-fa Not So Good

For all the wonders of modern medicine, you'd think they'd have come up with a vaccine for the flu, or even a cold by now. I mean, we can grow human ears on mice, clone embryos, transplant organs and vaccinate against some of the biggest killers of past times, then surely something like flu could be overcome.

The reason I gripe about this fact is that last night I spent the majority of it sleeping on the sofa. No, Phil didn't kick me out of bed, it was a purely voluntary action by me because I couldn't sleep. Why couldn't I sleep? Well thats easy enough, because every time I closed my eyes and tried to sleep I ended up snoring. Snoring bad enough to wake myself up! All of this as a consequence of the only viable inlet of air to my body at the moment is through my mouth. My nose is more congested than the M25 at rush hour and after a 3 lane, 50 car pile up.

So after several hours of going to sleep, then waking myself up repeatedly (oh and don't let me forget the hot and cold sweats in between either) I mooch downstairs to the lounge, set up camp on the sofa and switch on the box - if I can't sleep I might as well be entertained.

Needless to say then I'm not my usual sunshiny self. And despite the temptation of laying in bed all day, yet again I can't as I've got stuff to do - which after much effort, perspiration, and germ spreading I finally get finished.

I do get an interesting email today though from a reporter at one of our local newspapers, who is doing an article on blogging. She'd found my site through britblog and had sent through a number of questions which she asked if I'd mind answering. Which I don't, not at all. After a little email banter back and forth it turns out she'd also like a photo for the story too - which again isn't a problem. I think it will be rather interesting to see how it all pans out :)

Not a long post today, but I do have to get this in. IF I HEAR / SEE THAT &$£#!*? CRAZY FROG RING-TONE ONE MORE TIME ON TV I'M GOING TO SABOTAGE THE WHOLE JAMSTER EMPIRE AND LOCK ALL OF THE EXECUTIVES IN A VERY SMALL ROOM WITH VERY LOUD SPEAKERS AND SUBJECT THEM TO SENSORY DEPRIVATION AND TORTURE BY THEIR OWN HAND ***.

I fail to understand how people *pay* for such utter twaddle - they don't even change the tune! Would the world be so amused if Jackie Stallone was nekkid and pretending to ride a bike going "brrrinng ding ding dinnng ding"? No, quite frankly I think we'd all be dead from the shock.

*** I am of course joking, to some extent.

Posted by Abi on the May 25, 2005 7:47 PM

Etwell at May 27, 2005 9:27 AM Unknown at May 30, 2005 10:06 PM Unknown at June 3, 2005 5:13 PM Jack at June 15, 2005 6:58 PM