Cold. Ick. Sniff. Can’t think, can’t hear actually either but not sure if that’s physical. Told the nice man from Lebanon (yup, that was a rather stunted “where are you from then?” conversation) in the 7-11 that I had been better and I could have sworn he smiled warmly and said “I shall protect you”. I looked at him sideways but he didn’t flinch so I politely smiled and wandered out.

My desk is showered with globby particles and I’m sneezing with exaggerated gusto, perhaps to punctuate how ill I am to the office and world at large. No one has given me any acknolegement ’though of my bravery and courage at being at work. Pah

Meanwhile, outside of my snotty microcosm I attempted some reading about the Zapatista’s of Mexico thanks to a Zapatista doll bought for me by some mates on their way through.

However I found it much easier to consume this video of David Hasslehoff singing and dancing.. reminded me of one early Baywatch when Linux zealots cunningly swapped his float for a Tux…