Since I managed to stave off a proper migraine by head it off at the
visual stage with Imigran, I also managed to remember the name of John Cusack. However, Bastardos will have his tithe so I have now forgotten which leg to use next while half-way up the stairs some four or five times now.
Yes, I do actually wonder if this time the damage will be permanent. Thanks for asking the obvious question there.
Speaking of, I had to beetle up the chemist for more Imigran because I now only have a supply at work. I should keep some at home and some in the car, but at £8/pair and really only needing the things a couple of times a year, I have been 'willing' to take the risk. The last time I went to the shop for some, they made me fill in a form because actually the bloody things make you feel horrible for an hour if they're working and can do you rather a nasty under quite a wide variety of circumstances. Which is mildly concerning.
Apparently the pharmacist was concerned about the number of headaches I wrote down. I explained that I work in IT in a loud and air-conditioned office, and that was about par for the course.
The other less-than-stellar thing is that all the writing I've done (work mail and the odd reply on various Social Networks) has been missing critical sections. I can read the things back now and almost feel the lurch as two different mental scenes are poorly butted together. (And see second para.)
The week's Lidl haul involved ignoring the pallet of Finkbrau and trying the fruit loaf and bread flower, both of which are allegedly English and 'ye gods is that all? Tesco et al are having a laugh.'
For interest (and because I grew up with concepts like 'Hagberg falling number' and 'intervention') I consulted the estimable Nogger and his weblog
, did some counting on my fingers and, yes, Tesco et al are having a laugh. Unless I can't usefully divide by 1k, which would surprise me not at all.
I am still tempted by the big sacks of Manitoba wheat in Costco, mind. If only because they've got the magic knitting across the top.
You flinty-visaged urban types may have grown up popping bubblewrap for relaxation (nb: sarcasm.
Anybugger popping bubblewrap near me is going to be pretty much fucking un-relaxed for a good half-hour after. Especially
if it's the crisp-packet sized stuff that turns up with expensive computer bits. Nice bass pulse, but fuck you.
) but give me an unopened flour, dog-meal or potato sack and I am a gleeful seven-year-old again.
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Railway preservation societies are basically LARPing for steampunks.
(There was another one about making vampires explode, but since I find the very concept of the things anathema, I'll not write that until feeling particularly savage)
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