silly
I felt much better yesterday afternoon, so I decided to go and get my weekly fix of the RVT. Surprisingly good, with an energetic show from D. E. Experience with new songs (to me at least), less people than usual, and a different kind of crowd - I heard quite a bit of French spoken, and I have a feeling the special extended bank holiday weekend - cum Notting Hill carnival - cum (no pun intended) extra Fist night attracted a few visitors from the continent.
A couple of beers on an empty stomach did the job, and I gleefully swirled around the dance floor flirting shamelessly for almost four hours (and the only pills I had taken were Nurofem Cold & Flu), then I suddenly felt weak at the knees, went home and crashed out on the sofa in front of Six Feet Under (but fell asleep half way through unfortunately).
And now I am ill again and through my fever-induced delirium I can distincly hear Nat King Cole and daughter singing Irresponsible, that's what you are...