Lurgy
I think I may becoming down with a strain of the dreaded lurgy. Shortness of breath, tight chest, occasional cough.
This is not good.
The random, poorly spelt thoughts of a Welshman exiled in a gay corner of Stockwell in the not so glamorous London Borough of Lambeth. Welcome to my world of misanthropy, sarcasm, mixed with humour and joy. Read my random ramblings on my love of New York City, chocolate, and Guinness, and catch up on what I may have got up to at the weekend.
I think I may becoming down with a strain of the dreaded lurgy. Shortness of breath, tight chest, occasional cough.