Last week I speculated that it was a rhinovirus. This week I’m not so sure, ‘cos I’m still sick and feverish and incapable of work. There will be no Stilgherrian Live tonight, sorry. I can barely stay awake, let alone talk.
Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!