On a day like today, when red spots and blisters begin to form on my hands and feet, I begin to feel like Job, covered in boils and bereft of happiness.
Yesterday I slept a total of fifteen hours, as my body chugged away, trying to rid me of the infection. A bit like if you put your oven on a cleaning cycle, I suppose. All[…]
My temperature hit 39 degrees as I shivered under blankets on the sofa. I slept, succumbing to strange dreams: a bicycle shop in West London, selling only exotic fruit, where they gave me a mutated[…]
This evening I had my first birthday present of the year, two weeks early: tickets to go see Bill Bailey perform at the NUS Cultural Centre. These were ludicrously expensive; $150 each, although we were[…]
When I woke up this morning, I didn’t really feel like a repeat of last week’s taxi driver incomprehension, and I was feeling pretty tired after staying up late watching comedy videos on Youtube, but[…]
I slept on the sofa this morning and got up at 6am for a 6:25 taxi ride to the race. My friend had booked the taxi tk pick him up at 6:20, so obviously the[…]
Tonight we rented Edge Of Tomorrow, that Tom Cruise film with a terribly generic title that’s basically Groundhog Day crossed with Starship Troopers.
Last night our daughter howled like a banshee for hours, a horrible high pitched wail like nothing we’d heard before. All efforts to placate her were in vain, and it wasn’t until well past 1am[…]
A slightly damp session at the track this evening; I’m not sure when it rained today, if at all, because I only got out of the office for fifteen minutes between meetings, but the air[…]
It seems I must not go spinning in the evening. The previous time I did so, I was wrecked for a week. This time round, I couldn’t sleep until two in the morning. I tried[…]