I think I'm cursed! New Years eve has failed me again.
Some of you may recall that a couple of years ago I spent New Years in hospital after trying to climb up the side of a house. None of this was my idea and all the blame can easily be attributed to Ewan. He failed to conduct a proper survey of the house, checking the integrity of the brick work. The brick work, as I found out, was somewhat dodgy and resulted in a swan dive to the pavement below. Luckily my knee broke the fall and volutnered itself for surgery at the local hosiptal. How kind of it!
Anyway, after a lovely few days on le yacht I came down with man flu! This is obviously much worse than your normal flu (I think this is the one women get) and everything was touch and go for a bit. Fortunately, I was brave enough to make it to New Years even without crying and even managed to crack open a midnight Lemsip to celebrate the New Year. Bondi was an awful place to become sick because Basement Jax were playing on the beach and I could see and hear all the fun from my living room, taunting me and my man sweats. So.....I hope you all had equally rubbish New Years and I didnt miss any of you.
Nick Dundee
Christmas Eve
Where I live
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If it helps, my Xmas present of Gastroenteritis meant I was puking into a bucket on new year's eve, while desperately trying to drink my celebratory gin and tonic.
Welcome to "club man flu" Bazza. You will receive a complimentary mug in the post. After 12 months of membership you will have the choice of a clock or an ornamental owl!
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