I felt a bit groggy today
which was a combination of being full of cold and overdoing it with the
medicines. My method of dealing with a cold is too try and fight it,
unfortunately my method of fighting a cold is not a gentlemanly Queensbury
rules bout but a punch up in a pub car park. On Wednesday I drank four cups of
Lemsip, took about six cold and flu tablets, and some ibuprofen for good
measure. I tweeted this, not as a cry for help but because I was saying that I
was getting ready for the radio show. The tweet was picked up on by a pharmacist
who contacted me to say that I had technically overdosed on paracetamol and
that I should seek immediate medical attention. Obviously I couldn’t do that
during a radio show, not only because career comes first but also because if I
died during a live broadcast I want to see how many people would say it is what
I would have wanted. Not that I could see that information of course, because I
would be dead. Although I don’t believe in the concept of Heaven and Hell, I
have an open mind about what comes next and if there’s the facility to Google
yourself then I of all people will take full advantage. For the record while I
am still alive however, dying on live radio is not how I want to go so whoever
writes up the reports for the local paper please make a note of that. For
safety sake, I think I’ll write my own obituary to make sure I miss nothing
out; if my getting a joke printed in Buster gets
overlooked I’ll be mightily pissed off.
I have managed to avoid ‘acting
poorly’ this time around though, and have kept working this week. I’m a bit
annoyed with myself for slowing down though, as I have shit-loads to be doing.
Tonight I had to record this week’s edition of The Sound of
Nottingham UK and get it sent over the Atlantic before going out to
a gig that I had been looking forward to for ages. Good luck was on my side as
I managed to record the entire show in one take with no fucking up whatsoever,
which gave me time for a quick shower while the show processed in Dropbox. The
Dropbox thing was taking too long to settle, (if you use Dropbox you’ll
understand what I mean about waiting for the ‘swirling blue arrows’ to become a
‘green tick’) so I tried something I had never done before; I emailed it using
Google Drive. This method worked a charm so will be doing it like that in
future. I can never settle until I get a reply back to confirm that they have
the show, but as I was now somehow running late I knew that if I had got it
wrong then they would have to wait until I returned from the gig I was going
to. Technically I have until four o’clock on Saturday morning as that is when
the show broadcasts, but I won’t take the piss and like to send it in plenty of
time.
We have a house guest for the weekend;
an old school friend of Mandi’s called Heather. I felt a bit bad about going
out and leaving them to it, although I imagine they had a lot of catching up to
do and there’s nothing worse than being the third person in a trip down memory
lane that doesn’t involve you.
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