Lazy post…

So sue me – none of this content is my own – it’s all from here, but I like it

1. If your throat tickles, scratch your ear!
“When the nerves in the ear are stimulated, it creates a reflex in the throat that can cause a muscle spasm,” says Scott Schaffer, M.D., president of an ear, nose, and throat specialty center in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. “This spasm relieves the tickle.”

2. Experience supersonic hearing!
If you’re stuck chatting up a mumbler at a ~censored~ party, lean in with your right ear. It’s better than your left at following the rapid rhythms of speech, according to researchers at the UCLA David Geffen School of Medicine. If, on the other hand, you’re trying to identify that song playing softly in the elevator, turn your left ear toward the sound. The left ear is better at picking up music tones.

3. Overcome your most primal urge!
Need to pee? No bathroom nearby? You are male? Then fantasize…
Thinking about sex preoccupies your brain, so you won’t feel as much discomfort, says Larry Lipshultz, M.D., chief of male reproductive medicine at the Baylor College of Medicine.

I know no-one cares but…

My cold has gone!

Woo! and indeed, Yay!

All that’s left is this niggly cough – I’ll pickup some super strength, blow-your-head-off-if-you-drink-it-with-alcohol cough stuff later, and I’ll be right as rain* by Sunday (meeting up with Marina then).

I have a formula for buying anything medicinal…well, not a formula, more a guideline:

Does it say “May cause drowsiness” on the bottle/can/box? If not, move to the next one…in my experience, ONLY the drowsy ones actually work (antihistamines are a fine example of this).

I also need some lip stuff – whatsit called? (quick Google) – ah, Lypsyl. Not that my lips are cracked, but it’s great for getting rid of the red soreness around the nose after 2-3 days of blowing copious amounts of snot out

I did actually stop off at Tesco to buy said supplies (I would’ve asked for ‘lip stuff™’ if I didn’t actually see what the stuff was called (no Google in Tesco…well, unless I use my phone), but the pharmacy bit doesn’t open until 9…so, here’s a handy tip for anybody thinking of travelling to the UK:

DON’T GET ILL BEFORE 9AM!

* Where DOES this saying come from? quick look on Google gave me this:

Right as rain is a latecomer to this illustrious collection of curious similes. It may have first appeared at the very end of the nineteenth century, but the first example I can find is from Max Beerbohm’s book Yet Again of 1909: “He looked, as himself would undoubtedly have said, ‘fit as a fiddle,’ or ‘right as rain.’ His cheeks were rosy, his eyes sparkling”. Since then it has almost completely taken over from the others.

It makes no more sense than the variants it has usurped and is clearly just a play on words (though perhaps there’s a lurking idea that rain often comes straight down, in a right line, to use the old sense). But the alliteration was undoubtedly why it was created and has helped its survival. As right as ninepence has had a good run, too, but that has vanished even in Britain since we decimalised the coinage and since ninepence stopped being worth very much.

The page in it’s entirety can be found here (just wanted to pad the post out a bit ).

So there you have it – just another service I provide

It’s a (non pervy) picture…

So, this is Marina:

Not the best quality I know, but then the iPhone has a crap camera…unlike the VASTLY superior Nokia N97

Back home again

Had a great 2 day break from work – apart from having this head cold…oh well, at least I got to see how good a nurse Marina can be (I’m fairly sure that a temperature shouldn’t be taken the way she did though – nor quite as often…)

And no, there are no pics

Oh yes, I forgot to mention: It’s far easier for me to travel to London by train – a Travelcard gets me there and I can use the public transport (which is VERY good in and around London) all for the price of £21 – bargain!

So Marina met me at Finsbury Park – last stop before Kings Cross. Now you may not know this, but Finsbury Park is just down the road from the ‘rubbish dump’ (aka ‘The Emirates’ – Arsenal’s stadium), and as such, is a bit of an Arsenal area.

So, we meet and she suggests having a quick drink. Off we toddle to a (from the outside) lovely looking pub, where I wander to the bar and get the drinks in.

I settle into my seat with a weary sigh (poetic license FTW!), sip my pint and glance at the wall…*COUGH, SPLUTTER*

“What’s up baby?” she asks worriedly…

Unable to speak – I point to the wall, where a large Arsenal flag is hanging.

“YOU BOUGHT ME INTO A BLOODY GOONER PUB!”

And that dear readers, is the first (and hopefully last) time I ever leave a full pint. We then drove to Tottenham where I relaxed in a PROPER pub

And to think – I WAS going to wear my t shirt emblazoned with ‘YID ARMY’…I really wish I had now – do you think I’d have got served in the first place?

I had a great time in London yesterday and a pretty good day at work today considering it’s a Monday…I’ve got 2 days off now, so tomorrow is gonna be spent doing housework, then I shall go meet Marina from work in the evening and spend some quality time with her

Have a picture of Harriett’s bum – she kept getting it out on Saturday:

She’ll kill me if she sees that