The best laid plans... no daytime dancing at Space for me. The niggling tickle in my throat has developed into a full on sore throat & head cold. So I'm stuck in bed with a good book, a box of Keenlex & a big box of medicine the local Ibiza pharmacist gave me. The box contains a weird coarse reddish powder but as the instructions are in Spanish so I don't know whether to sniff it, dissolve it in water & swallow it or make sandcastles with it. Maybe by doing all three I'll get high, get better & keep myself amused all at the same time. Time will tell.
overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
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