
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.