March2000

Screaming Fish

"For I am your Lay-deeeeee,
And you are my ma-aaaan...."

"Who's that singing?" I asked Stuart, groggy after a nap. "Jennifer Rush?" I ventured further, keen to show my middle-aged hipness.

"Dinnae ken," he replied. "Just some fish or other screamin." Obviously less than enthralled.

It's the second last day of my holiday, you see. And, to tell the truth, it hasn't been an entire bundle of laughs. No sooner had the depression gone, in mid-January, than the national flu bug attempted entry. I fought it off, valiantly, with Boots Soluble Vitamin C, which is the only known medicine against viruses, and we spent a month in mucosal tussle. However, rest and Vitamin C won over in the end, and the flu went AWOL to leave room for dental problems. Abcess, you know. Very unpleasant. And we try never to take antibiotics. It's a pride thing.

This unkind swelling we treated with my new electric toothbrush, (Braun Oral B. Should have got one years ago), and Corsodyl mint-flavoured mouthwash, with Chlorhexidine gluconate. Just what a mouth needs. It took three weeks, but only today the waters broke, and we've spent a whole day expectorating evilness. And feeling well for the first time for months. Mardis gras!!

"Whenever I think of you....
The Power of Lurrrrvvvvvvvvv."

Love sucks. But you already know my views on this late adolescent/early adult aberration. Stu and I had a mega-dose of it (not with each other, silly!) while watching the DiCaprio Romeo and Juliet. A creditable work in its own right, but, not knowing the original at all, it was hard to tell how much they'd preserved, and how many liberties they'd taken. Well worthwhile, nevertheless, particularly on Stuart's wizbang stereo telly.

A Clockwork Orange is released in Britain next month, after 26 years, and we've agreed to go to the cinema to see it in all its glory. Hope it's not disappointing. Things have changed in 26 years. Us, to name but two.

magnificat has been away for exactly two months, as many regular readers have complained. Apologies might be required if you were paying for the damn thing, but as it's free, gratis, and fer nowt, then tough titty. Much has happened since December 31, but the break was absolutely necessary for one's wellness. The December set was very, very demanding, and I really don't want to say any more about that. Next year I'm definitely going to "take something". St John's Wort is supposed to be good for SAD. We shall see. Can't go through all that again, ever.

Oh - we've been promoted to the Caller's job at the Bingo. Highest paid dude in the place now, apart from the managers. It's taken a lifetime to achieve, but at last we've reached the summit of employment nirvana - being paid a decent wage for simply being the centre of attention. Every queen's dreamboat. More about all of these things in due course. It's good to be back. Even though we've got mice.

Laterz