Cough, cough?
I didn't make it to Roy Harper in the end. I simply thought it would be counter-productive to go to an acoustic concert in the knowledge that a coughing fit could happen at any time, Rhyd took his son instead , who was appropriately mind-blown by the gig. And this time no fighting took place in the audience.

So apart from the coughing, sneezing and nose blowing its been a quiet week. I haven't made it into work, my sleep patterns have been so disruptive I've seen dawn breaking on through a few times this week. But I should be well enough to get back into the groove for next week- which is jsut as well considering the number of e-mails I'll have....

And, Craig Bellamy, Captain of the Wales football team- please no-what a thug that man is....