A POX UPON THEE
Ah, well...t'would appear that I have Chicken Pox.
I've decided that this is the ideal Doom Metal disease, with the word 'pox' having medieval plague/plague Pit/Black Death connotations...open weeping sores, etc... so I've decided to wear my lesions with pride. I may even make a tattered black cloak and hood...and hang around our bathroom in a skull mask.
The only thing that seems to make me feel any better is long, hot soaks in the bath and watching Girls Aloud videos; preferably at the same time. I have special dispensation from my wife to switch off CeeBeebies and watch adult TV during the day... something that's not happened in our household for years. But daytime TV is crap now; no old westerns, b-movie noir or war-films anymore, just endless reruns of "Friends", and when you find yourself laughing at "Friends" then you know you're in a bad place.
Apparently, I'm to be quarantined; my doctor doesn't even want me in his surgery in case I turn into a modern-day Typhoid Mary.
Humour me: on the surface this may just appear to be gratuitous cheesecake (despite the exagerated, awkward poses), but it really is helping me on so many different levels, right now. Future advances in medical technology will no doubt prove me right.
Still, that video for "Something Kinda Ooooh" is pretty good; a definite return to form, I reckon.