Wednesday, February 07, 2007

For those who are interested in these things, I have just bounced back after 24 hours with the (self-diagnosed) norovirus.

For some reason, I can't get the lyrics of Dire Straits Skateway out of my mind: I keep hearing, "noro, noro, waxy, I'll see you tomorrow my son." Seems like it can do things to your head.

No comments: