Isles of Turbulence

El Niño years are the spawn of Satan. I wonder if the weather has made the EU debate even more toxic than it was already bound to be with the likes of Farage at the helm.

The pro EU haircut had to be rescued at the point of no return when it became clear after the tragic death of MP Jo Cox that the Labour Party was pausing their campaign and laying low (we were all lined up for the Cambridge MP to attend and get some minor press on the scene). Hair bleaching (as a first step for cutting in letters and colouring) had to be reversed but may restart in a few days. In which case we will resume the hair plan as it would be a fairly bold statement to have EUROPE coloured into the back of my head.

At the clinic today for a triple whammy of typhoid, rabies and yellow fever jabs, there were options for unlicensed or licensed yellow fever, at different prices. I enquired at reception what the difference meant. 'Erm, I think it means one has a licence'. 'Great, thanks'.