My cough has nearly gone now, I just need to clear some catarrh from my chest intermittently now. I found these nifty little blighters called Catarrh Pastels which I've been woofing down, they're bloody lovely and work a veritable treat. Now for the science, the active ingredients are Eucalyptus Oil, Menthol and Pumilio Pine Oil. Having read a few reviews of these so called pastels on the information superhighway it would appear that most find the taste & smell of them a tad abhorrent; I disagree strongly and will probably carry on sucking them down once I have dislodged the last of my catarrh. They are delicious.
Having had this rather unpleasant coughy cold thing for the past week got me wondering. Should I spit or swallow all this catarrh and phlegm I'm generating? Having looked on the internet it would appear there is no right or wrong answer to this. If you swallow the mucus is simply broken down by the gut, and expelling via sputum clears the airways just as effectively. The common parlance seems to be to spit when in private and swallow down the catarrh when on public view. I have to say I tend to employ a combination of spitting and swallowing. However I do make a special effort to spit when I can feel a particularly rich and viscous gob full of the stuff.
Now, onto more pleasant matters. On Friday I purchased myself a Hitachi ultra flat screen 32 incher from Richer Sounds. £250, which is a bloody bargain even if I do say so myself. It's gone straight into the spare room and no mistake and is due to be fixed to the wall with the TV bracket that was delivered today. The first film I watched on it was Surrogates, which I thought was rather good, followed by The Tournament which I also found to be more than acceptable. Any film starring a drunken priest is usually alright by me. Well, to be honest I'm very happy with the way things are shaping up in the hot room.
Got some more pictures from the holiday to Crete. These have been extracted from the mobile phone cameras of Tash & I. One is of a salad monster they created in the canteen, at first I thought this might be some sort of delicious desert but as I edged closer I realized what it was. Immediately a sense of horror over came me. I had to reach over the bastard to get some butter and it made me feel sick. Now, what else have we got? Oh yes there is Thomas, of course. We met him on the first night of the holiday, drinking in his bar we were, mmmm. He was an Eric Cantona doppelganger and kept putting his collar up. I also met another strange fellow in Thomas's bar who followed me to the Booze Bar, I befriended him by complaining about the Turkish occupation of Cyprus. He liked this. The picture of Tash in those odd glasses is also from this same night out. Incidentally we spent over half of the money we took with us on this evening; 120 Euros for a night out when we've gone all-inclusive, a little bit silly considering.
I did not try beer with cola, however nice it sounds. Here's a free lesson. Just a couple of pictures of my origami efforts, my pencils, the Bugle crisps and Nice Day House in Cyprus:
This is Dolly Shoehorn. I drew her last week:
I feel cheated when I buy a bottle of Rinena undiluted cordial and it is in a plastic bottle. At those sort of premium prices I expect Glass.
Tom used to call his right hand penelope