You Can't Say the Words I want to Hear....

When I was 30 I went to New York for the weekend. Thursday Thru Sunday.

On the Thursday night we ate dinner in the Olive Garden in Times Square. As We sat, enjoying the American Accents, and the lights and sounds around the Square, I stood to go to the "wash rooms", and felt myself tipple over.

The room was swaying. I realised that no one else was swaying. I was having a prelude to a Migraine.

True to my body, I woke on Friday morning with a throbbing head. I toddled out the hotel room and found a diner and bought coffee. I staggered back to the hotel, and threw up my coffee and then collapsed into bed.

I have to say, there was nothing better than having a migraine in New York City. I could hear the taxi horns, accents shouting, music. I lay there and knew I was in the big Apple. It was the best migraine I ever had.

That night I recovered enought to head out and we went to a show on Broadway - a little production called The Full Monty. Reset in the American Mid-West, it was exactly the same as our own.... Right down to the whole place erupting at the end as the chappies perform and most definitely didn't keep their hats on!