At least it feels that way. I've returned from Manchester, lovely place by the way, with a stinking cold, headache and sore throat. To be fair I can't blame this on Manchester or any other part of England I passed through as I was feeling ill before I left. I've bought all manner of stuff to try and help me recover, all of it fucking useless - you know the kind of crap; pills, blackcurrant flavoured hot drinks, sweets. Even Vic ointment.
Didn't do fuck all either.
I hate being ill, it makes me sick.
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