autoimmune – pharmakon

No entry last week as the (virtually) impossible has happened. Although I pride myself on my overall health and take enough minerals and vitamins every morning to count as a superhero, one got through. While all around me were collapsing with the sabre-toothed stomach bug and updating their Facebook status from a miasma of diarrhoea […]

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i crawled – swans

Feeling rough as arseholes again today. I got up early and crawled through the snow to dunfermline for the record fair. With the recent redesignation of all HMV and fopp staff as ‘fucking scroungers’, record fairs are the only way I (or anyone else) can still experience the magic of trawling through boxes of disks, […]

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granddad – clive dunn

(Continued) so, now that I’m finally starting to recover, I look around, survey the damage. Not being able to write – not even my daily journal – left me feeling pretty down. It’s miserable, being unable to communicate. Like a sabre-toothed motor neurone disease, a working mind trapped in a rotting, ancient body with nothing […]

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sicktone – coil

The reason I’ve not been posting on here of late. After the frenzied consumerdammerung of pricemas, I’ve had a bit of a family crisis which took up my attention for a while and then, just when I thought it was safe to go back in the toaster, I get hit by the superflu from stephen […]

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