It's the End of the World.

Firstly, very sorry about the complete lack of posts over the last few weeks, I've just found very little to write about. People need to be more stupid.

Whilst we're on the subject of stupidity, I'm hoping to try my hand at some stand-up comedy in the coming weeks. All likelyhood points to me dying on my ass and if you would like to see me fail at something, or God forbid would like to help me by laughing, then the show (along with many other probably better acts) will be on at the Gregson Centre in Lancaster on Tuesday 13th of February.

Right, now my shameless plug is out of the way, I can get on to a more important issue. I'm ill. I have a blocked nose (pronounced: dose) and a soar throat. I think I may be dying of it. You may laugh but what I don't think most of you know is that I am a complete hypochondriac. For example, I once thought I had stomach cancer because I was a little hungry after a meal. I think you can see the extent of the problem that we're dealing with here.

Ok, so having a little bit more knowledge of my background and that I'm terminally ill, imagine my reaction when I read this BBC news story. It's bird flu, isn't it? I have the bird flu. There's no possible chance that the rest of my house have all just had colds and I've got it off them and that it's not bird flu because that's miles away in Suffolk. Nope. I'm a gonner.

Oh well, in the end it's one way or the other, bird flu or global warming, isn't it?

Bobbikk