Last Saturday I went to this party which later in the evening when it became too cold to be outside and sufficient dranks had turned into a Sing Star competition. So me belting out a Bonnie Tyler classic probably sounded more like a documentary on mating wolves, but 2500 points says otherwise. Actually it doesn't. Anyway normally, when I attempt to sing I ruin my voice.

I remember back at Uni attempting to impress this girl I was macking on at an engineering ball with my interpretation of American Pie. Didn't go anywhere (though coincidentally I went out with her best friend a couple of years later without realising it) though probably not for the singing as I'm pretty sure i hedged my bets a little too obviously, and to boot I lost my voice for a week. It was so embarrassing, probably on par with having a stock exhaust on a GTR. Open your mouth and nothing. For a whole week. Sucked balls, immensely.

This time I didn't lose my voice, but someone at the party had a cold. And now, everyone who picked up the mike has a cold. Everyone. So now my nose is leaking more fluids than my cars combined. Its so fucking annoying, trying to run an assay or something and having to stop in the middle of a dilution step to grab a tissue. And no amount of sniffing works, like holding back the Brisbane river by sucking on a straw.

When my immune system gave up I did a run to Woolies to get some cold and flu tablets or sudafed or whatever, they had nothing at all. It was all this fucking natural medicine shit. Echinacea (which I just googled and its apparently better known as Purple Coneflower... haha yeah I'm pretty sure thats something else) with lemon rind essences and shit. No thanks, if I wanted fruit I'd buy a Corona. I want drugs. What happened to the old days when taking a Cold and Flu tablet was like a lucky dip in Carl Williams' garage. You want to know why hes always smiling? CAUSE HE DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING COLD.

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