They tried to make me go to rehab, I said "let's do lunch and talk about your really very sensible suggestion"

Until I realised that yesterday's bad head wasn't a hangover after all.

Actually, to paraphrase Peggy Lee's classic, "fever all through the night" hasn't a lot to recommend it; and calling in sick when you're supposed to be co-ordinating the morning's activity on your project site at work rings about as true as a naked lodger standing in the landlady's wardrobe complaining that the laundrette's not delivered his bag. Full on lurgy, what I believe the girls call "man flu" except I'm not faking it, and I went for the stupid superhero route and went into work anyway. That might have been a mistake. If things don't improve tomorrow moring, I think I'll unplug the phones and stay in bed.