So yesterday we went to do a photo shoot for The Big Issue, which was weird because I sold the Big Issue for a few years- in Harrow On The Hill and Farringdon- and now we're being featured in it. Anyway, I pulled on my big scarf and made my way to Denmark Street leaving a trail of tissues Hansel and Gretal style all the way home. The problem with doing a photo shoot in Denmark Street is that all our mates are always up there no matter what day or time, trying to make us laugh while we're pulling our best 'blue steel' looks, which isn't easy with a throbbing red nose! I wore my new brown shoes with a trainer sole that apparently say 'I've come for the business meeting, but I'm staying for the party', which is, of course, exactly what I was going for.
The second I got home, I threw off all the clothes I was wearing and got into my 'ill clothes'. 'Ill clothes' consist of the worst things in your wardrobe thrown together to create a ghastly suit that makes you feel much worse about yourself than before. The purpose of this exercise I remain unsure of, but it's a tradition I won't be breaking. As my current place of residence is a drafty caravan, I went to bed in full socks, trousers, vest, hoody, jacket, scarf and dog ear hat, all of which make a fantastic 'ill clothes' suit.
I read the entirety of 'Long Way Back' by Brendan Halpin which is realy heart warming and helped me through my insomnia, as did CD's by Mouthwash, Clint Eastwood & General Saint, Imperial Leisure, The Weakerthans and my new favourite band Devotchka. If I get to sleep before 5am tonight, it'll be the first time in 4 days.
4 comments:
man flu eh?
hope you have man size tissues otherwise you're fucked.
i used up my loo roll and now i'm on kitchen roll but i'm taking it like a MAN! grrrrr
I have also been struck down with "Man-Flu", the lethal strain of course... i'm getting slightly better I think, despite sounding like i've smoked 60 a day for 100 years. Onto my second massive pack of tissues.
It sucks.
well grating garlic, squeezing lemon and turmeric powder with ginger and boiling water tastes like crap. But there's an old fashioned part of me that believes for that reason alone it must help. get well soon!
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