you know what i'm getting? i already know. the doctor told me today...
chicken pox!
to quote terry collier, "if it wasn't for bad luck, i'd have no luck at all".
what a pile of shite.
i knew i'd get it one day. even someone so sneaky as i cannot escape for ever. those pesky kids who dribble, spultter and cough around me all year have a lot to answer for. little shits.
it's not too itchy yet, but the nice doctor said maybe tomorrow that will hit. which is great 'cos i'm driving home for proverbial. i was meant to go to glasgow, but mightn't now as i will be spreading pestilence.
i have to sneak onto the boat, trying to look healthy. i'd sport a balaclava, but they aren't recommended in belfast these days.
with any luck the boat will sink, cool my itches and 2007 will not have a chance to wreak havoc on my rapidly decaying body.
yours optimistically.
fun boy one.
