Next time that I am full of cold I have decided to not try and be brave and just give in to it and enjoy being ill. I will stay at home and curl up on the sofa with my drugs (medicinal), drinking Lemsip with a hot water bottle and a blanket in front of the fire watching telly. My workaholic nature isn’t helpful in situations like this and it is my insistence that life goes on that is probably responsible for my colds lasting longer than most people’s do. it’s rather annoying that while most major diseases are treatable if not curable, even A.I.D.S. isn’t the death sentence it once was, yet once you have a cold you are fucked. I couldn’t sleep properly last night due to my nostrils suddenly blocking up every time I tried to lie down, so this morning I was like a zombie and managed to be late getting to court. It turned out I didn’t miss much and would probably have given in and phoned in sick if it wasn’t for the holiday next week.

This morning I made my daily list of tasks to carry out in my home office, knowing full well that I wasn’t going to do anything of the sort. Aside from the continuing ballache of uploading chapters of the Nathan McKenzie audio book, I have to find some time to record the podcast at some point this weekend. To try and make things a little easier I want to hopefully record two editions of The Sunday Alternative so that I am not too pressured when we get back from holiday, especially as I am compering a gig in Leicester on the Sunday night.

I fought my way through a day in court and managed my usual hiding/looking busy manouveres that come into play on a Friday with the reward of a good dosing up on medication and a long sleep to look forward to, but I couldn’t go home straight away thanks to a meeting I had agreed to earlier in the week. My mate Lee used to run Night Flight, a largely forgotten music magazine that I used to occasionally write for, and he is bringing it back next year. The meeting was to generally talk about how we’d do things and if I would be up for writing for them again. To be honest, I think Night Flight was made for my style of writing as they didn’t hold back from expressing an honest opinion, even if it upset the applecart a bit. There’s already a few really good writers on board so hopefully they’ll be able to make a good go of it, it will certainly be refreshing to be able to write without bits being taken out in case someone starts crying about it.

One pint of ale was all I had and while we were talking I could feel it starting an argument with the cold medication I had been filling myself with all day, to the point where the tram ride away from town felt like a ride at Alton Towers. Once I had picked the dog up from my dad’s and finally crossed the threshold into our house I was happy. I felt better already and am writing this having just had dinner and am preparing to take a cocktail of medicines and fight this cold. If tomorrow’s blog doesn’t appear it is because I took too much.

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