Yet to turn the corner with this damned lurgy, and to add to my woes I've had the mother and father of two nosebleeds today. However, we have tickets for "Seven Drunken Nights - The Story of the Dubliners" at the Hall for Cornwall in Truro (a bit of a drive from here) tomorrow evening. I'll croak my way through it, I'm sure. We're taking our daughter with us - she's seen it before and thinks it's the best thing since sliced bread. I've always been a big fan of their songs, especially when Luke was with them. Malheureusement, my daughter is insisting that we dine at Pizza Express first. The last time I went to one of those, I was served up a "sloppy Giuseppe," which was not like any pizza I've encountered before. The central crust was at least 1/4" thick and was doughy, with no charred edges. If that was a pizza then I'm Charlie Chaplin. A travesty in m'humble. They'll be putting pineapple on pizza next and shoving cream in carbonara, the charlatans. Never mind. I'll secrete some Rennies in my cargo pant pockets...