Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

D'you like that? Eh? Eh? It bears absolutely no resemblance to anything that's happened in the last week. I just thought it was witty.

I thought I'd better post as its been a week and I haven't written anything. Most momentous thing that happened was a row with Fat Slag. Its been coming for about 7 months. She accused me of snapping at her which I have done a few times in the past but wasn't aware that I'd done on that particular occasion. I didn't bother to point it out but hit back saying that maybe she shouldn't speak to me like I was fucking stupid and that I've put up with so much crap from her she shouldn't act so innocent etc. Our support assistant (fancy name for team leader/boss) had already left early when it happened so next morning Fat Slag complained to her and I was called into a side room for a little 'chat'. Basically she sympathised with me, put it down to a clash of personalitlies and said that If I ever had a problem with her in future I hadn't to bottle it up & to speak to her. Nice lady. Fat Slag is a monumental pain in everyones arse. Gobby little troublemaker. To my delight, two of the other girls (relative newbies) fessed up that they hated her too. Marvellous.

Other than that, bugger all. I've had a cold for the last week which didn't start off too badly but has got progresssively worse. My blocked/runny nose has mostly subsided but now I've got a sore & itchy throat and a cough. I almost had to ditch rehearsal today. My throat was so sore last night I thought my voice wouldn't hold out. Actually it was ok this morning but the singing wasn't up to scratch. Very raspy - felt like I was gargling with sandpaper. My ears are maddeningly itchy too. Now the great thing about a sore/itchy throat is that I can eat as much ice cream as possible in a bid to ease it. I can't shove ice cream in my ears though. Can I? That would just be silly. Fancy having lumps of Haagen Dazs cookie dough in my lug holes...

Might attract the chicks though.

*drifts off into happy thoughts of women nibbling my ears to get at the ice cream*