Gallus germs and Eddie Reader

Car free roads at 5.30am this morning as I drove to catch the train to Glasgow for an event at the RSC. I tried to digest as much info as I could but my ear infection was doing an ensemble piece all of its very own. The need to drink lempsip, blow my nose loudly, sneeze with wild abandon and stick tissues up my nose in the privacy of my own home just to make me feel better was way too overwhelming, so I'm ashamed to say I had to head back home a wee bit early.

I did perk up at one point. I turned into a complete fan girl when I saw Eddie Reader, and spluttered loudly, "Charley! It's Eddie Reader. Buying an apple. Yay, it's Eddie!". Very uncool of me. Charley pointed out that Eddie was probably saying to her lunch companion, "Hey, is that Charley Buchan, singer songwriter extraordinare, over there with Elaine?". "No", I replied, "she's got the rock star sunglasses indoors, you divnae".

On the train home, while sitting opposite a young Meatloaf lookalike dressed as a Man In Black reading a Star Wars novel, I tried to make sense of what I had learned and what needs to be done. And to those that say they've never stuck tissues up their nose just to feel better whilst in the grip of a bad cold, they lie. Or at least they should try it.