Pleased to report that I spent the evening in the company of an attractive young woman. She took me to dinner, then it was straight back to her place...
Before you get started with the "Whoo Hoo"s (yes, you jiggery_pokery), you'd better read the rest...
That's right, those little white pills, come in a brown class bottle, a couple of those with a chug of water and all your worldly ills are gone... I'm talking about the wonder-drug Aspirin. Of course, to make it more difficult for me to kill myself, it no longer comes in convenient bottles of 50-100, but annoying blister packs of 16 which rarely survive one cold or headache attack. It gets worse, though:
Soluble Aspirin - the bane of my life. What's the point? It takes ten times as long to get it down, and they never dissolve properly so you just end up with a nasty gritty residue. Maybe this is another anti-suicide measure - you'd probably need your own body-weight in water to dissolve a lethal dose. The point of my rant is the fact that it's becoming increasingly difficult to find the non-soluble stuff - I couldn't find any in the two supermarkets and a chemist in central Kidlington, although thankfully Sainsbury's still stocks it.
Side note: While my speaking voice has been reduced to a painful croak, my singing voice seems pretty much unaffected. Bizarre.
jiggery_pokery), you'd better read the rest...