dead brains don't dance

I was down with flu over New Year last year, and come Christmas Eve this time round my adenoids decided to assault that specific spot in my throat that triggers my swallow reflex. Thankfully nothing fluish has developed, but I've still got a bastard dry cough that (through empirical tests) has proved immune to Pholcodine, hot whiskey and lemon, and Night Nurse. Separately and in combination. I hit it with good old-fashioned Benylin last night but even the third of a bottle of that I swigged overnight didn't stop me spending an hour awake and coughing around 2am. ramtops is suffering from something related - less coughing but more chest pain and tightness of breath - so between us we've managed to do virtually nothing of the things we'd planned for our fortnight off work. Ho hum.

Anyhow, here's all your traditional end-of-year trivia, in one, easy-to-ignore, post.

Happy New Year to you all; may 2009 be better for you than 2008, both in its best and its worst moments.