The silicon chip inside my head is set to overload ...

I have a cold.

And a sore throat.

And a splitting headache.

And a terrible nights sleep (I was in bed by 9, got woken at 9:30pm by the phone and again at 10:15pm by someone sending me a text) which wasn't helped by having to be up at 4:30am.

So ... I'm going to get what I need to do out of the way at work, and take a 1/2 day ..

I was going to write a big blog on the Ipswich v Norwich derby match at the weekend, but frankly can't be arsed. Still - I have discovered that the sore throat makes me sound like David Bowie if I sing, so I've sung myself a rendition of 'Life on Mars' purely because I can.

All together now ... "It's a God awful small affair ..."