SINCE LATE FRIDAY I’VE BEEN laid flat with the kind of headcold that I find comes around about once every two years or so, like swift kicks in the face and throat followed up with rabbit punches to elbows, knees and each vertebra.
In the past I’ve been quite happy to call up my boss, claim some of that lovely sick leave hard-won in the EBA by the power of collective bargaining, tuck myself into bed with a packet of Codral Day & Night and sleep about eighteen hours a day. Being sick just isn’t the same, though, when I’m not leaving someone else with my work or shirking my responsibilities.
Not, of course, that I expect sympathy. Indeed, here’s some Faith No More, telling the world (and Bono, whom I met just the other day) just how much the universe empathises.
« Appointment In Parramatta Road: El-Jannah Chicken / Amatriciana Rovinata »
Add a comment
Shaun · 19 April 2011, 21:36 · #
You met Bono and you didn’t kill him? A traitor to humanity.
Casey · 20 April 2011, 07:57 · #
Did you meet Bono really?
Liam · 20 April 2011, 10:29 · #
My word, Casey.
We had Toohey’s Old in the front bar of the Carlisle Castle in Newtown and he told me about his latest project to help a downtrodden people struggling for survival with dignity—he’s buying the Knights from Nathan Tinkler.
Alicia · 24 April 2011, 14:29 · #
hmmm, when I last saw Bono he told me all about his struggles with insomnia and then later tried to feel me up while we were playing Big Buck Hunter. Also at the Carlisle, small world eh?
Casey · 27 April 2011, 11:19 · #
Are you better? I’ve been thinking, it’s all the fried crap you’ve been eating.
Now. Show me how you can ruin a pasta dish and do it in style.
I mean, if you are gonna get yourself laid up, get laid up for a good reason, right?
Then again, could have been the election. DON’T WORRY. I know how you feel. I mean, I know you are under employed but imagine my life from now on, what with all my mistakes bleating away on the TV for the next twenty seven million years.
Like yeah.
Pasta. Be creative.
Liam · 27 April 2011, 11:35 · #
I’m much better, ta. Idle, this time, not sick.
This is a requests show now? Watch out, I’ll start covering Cold Chisel songs soon. Paper bag/Brandavino…
Casey · 27 April 2011, 11:40 · #
“I’ll start covering Cold Chisel songs soon. Paper bag/Brandavino…”
That would be funny.
I’m glad you are feeling better.
Fyodor · 27 April 2011, 12:31 · #
Not better enough to post, however.
How ‘bout some cheap whine and a three-way trope blogognese?
Liam · 27 April 2011, 14:01 · #
How about a nice satay made from those peanuts up there in the gallery?
Fyodor · 27 April 2011, 14:37 · #
You say satay, I say Satie.
Liam · 27 April 2011, 15:41 · #
Look, just enjoy the suspense. I’m on it.
Fyodor · 27 April 2011, 16:29 · #
Awesome. Take it to the bridge.
In the meantime, I’ll see your ukulele and raise you a banjolele.
Bono · 27 April 2011, 18:06 · #
Hey there Liam, just dropping a line to say that it was great to meet you the other day and thanks for the kind words about my Music. I hope you get better soon, wouldn’t want to have to run a telethon for you, haha just joking see you soon for Oxtail Gnocchi at the Castle, peace out
PS The less you know, the more you believe.
Commenting is closed for this article.