Maybe I ought to keep some things to myself.

He knew he was going to regret swallowing a whole TV but hadn't really considered that they would need to administer Led Zeppelin to get the telly out.



I have pretty much recovered now from the cold/ flu/ Creeping death that killed Christmas (Though have not recovered from my Dr Who special going down the toilet as a consequence which will be redone, some time) Turns out today though, that may have cracked a rib through enthusiastic coughing.