In the words of my favorite anti-hero : "D!oh"

I've been struck down with a dose of the plague - i was fine up until 'round about five o'clock yesterday when out of the blue, i suddenly started to feel a bit 'iffy'

For the second time this year i've spent the day trying to work with a trampy-like, hacking cough, gummed up sinuses and gunk and snot dribbling out frommy nose - not too sexy, i think you'll agree.

But what can you do ?

It's that time of year, once again, where the métro becomes an incubator for all sorts of nasty stuff - t'was inevitable, what with the hot and filthy atmosphere, that infectious little microbes would start breeding... i feel as though i've copped the lot