Coughs and Colds

[Robusto]

Blessed with a chainsaw throat at the moment. Sawdust scrapings. Hot head. Sweaty look. Snot. Debilitating things all.

Talking like Lee Marvin Wandering Star. Sleeping badly.

No cigar joy possible, but what a drag at work which requires broadcasting to rooms of 30 for hours.

And in the band. No backing vocals from me. And crappy distorted hearing.

I'm not after sympathy. I just hate bloody colds!

[Wildwood]

Teaching, like librarianship and parenthood, is a high-risk profession on the cold front...we should ask for danger money....

Wild...

[Robusto]

My cold has come back with a the vengeance of an Exocet since Sunday when I met Dean for the first time for a herf. I don't think I'll be able to enjoy a Havana on my birthday on Saturday through this snot block. I don't hang on to colds like this usually. Indeed, I rarely get them.

[Robusto]

My cold has come back YET AGAIN and I'm pig sick of it now. I suspect Wild was right about being surrounded by kids at work. Certainly no smoking possible again. If I feel as bad as this in the morning, I think I'll have to take a day off.

[TJ:01]

I know how you feel Robusto! Had a cold over New Year, worked through it last week, got rid of it over the weekend and now one day back in the classroom and I don't feel right again. I hate taking time off, especially with my Y11's who need a lot of support at the moment, but I've got a feeling I might have to just to get rid of this bug!!

[Drewmidorn]

its those bloody germ-ridden kids you teach!

[larrysputnik]

Maybe it's those nasty Cuban cigars you smoke. Wait; I'm sure I don't know what I'm talking about. I've never had a nasty Cuban.

[Robusto]

TJ - I haven't had a day off work for years, but I'm having one today. Drew - It is the mite lurking within the adolecscent that transmits to teacher, I reckon. Larry - I'm back to No Cigar Possible, and that's the bit that hurts, when I think about it. I shall just have to pose as a guitarist doing a corkscrew to stop some of the other. Jeez - I feel as if I've coughed up my life! (Song title?).

Actually, flu song titles might be cool. Shall we make up a collective lyric?
I'll start.

Sort of Jim Reeves feel...

MY LIFE'S A DREAM OF CRUSTY KLEENEX
AND MOIST PILLOWS BY YOUR SIDE...
MY NOSE IS LIKE A GREEN NIAGARA
AND ITS FLOW I JUST CAN'T HIDE...

Gorgeous so far!

[larrysputnik]

TJ - I haven't had a day off work for years, but I'm having one today. Drew - It is the mite lurking within the adolecscent that transmits to teacher, I reckon. Larry - I'm back to No Cigar Possible, and that's the bit that hurts, when I think about it. I shall just have to pose as a guitarist doing a corkscrew to stop some of the other. Jeez - I feel as if I've coughed up my life! (Song title?).

Actually, flu song titles might be cool. Shall we make up a collective lyric?
I'll start.

Sort of Jim Reeves feel...

MY LIFE'S A DREAM OF CRUSTY KLEENEX
AND MOIST PILLOWS BY YOUR SIDE...
MY NOSE IS LIKE A GREEN NIAGARA
AND ITS FLOW I JUST CAN'T HIDE...

Gorgeous so far!

On one of those CDs I sent you was the song "Groove Flu" on there anywhere? If not here's the link. It'll make you feel worse, I promise. http://www.4shared.com/file/80515927...roove_Flu.html

[Robusto]

I feel nauseous! Thanks, Joe!

I think I'll have to go for a long walk today in the cold. No cigar. Still coughing and death-rattling in the chest, so no no no cigar.

I took three days off last week, and can't take any more time out. I feel quite brain dead when under the weather like this - and am feeling it acutely because I never get coughs and colds - so hope the English Channel breeze can wake me up, get me moving again, and get the bugs to fuck right off because I'm tired of the bloody things.

I want to get back to an unfuzzy head, and the chance to enjoy a cigar in peace again.

I write drugged-up poems when under the weather. I might lob a couple on later.

[Robusto]

Down Where The Droveway Turns To Ashes

Carlene's popping midget pills
Down where the droveway turns to ashes
She sighs a tired moist apples-tight chest
And leans back with some barley grass in her mouth

She wears cowboy cheque tops
And white trousers from the mall
She drinks her soda by licking out
The corner of her mouth at each freezing shot

She's turning like a Siamese pussy
From left to centre to right with a grind
Her sighs come haunting over the side of the pick-up
As she runs her thumbs through my Brylcream


This is the night we sleep by the lake
Chasing fur fast and milling bone and flesh pummel-hard
This is the night the milk flows freely
Milk-burst on a hither and thither wherever
(It gets everywhere)


This is the night we free desire
We desire to be free, higher
Hire me a blanket by an orange fire
Blot it out with fat black shadows


Of body towers and chest hills and pelvic fountains
Covered by grass and each other's palms
Making firm movements to frighten moles to death
Making sounds of fire sparks


Sparking flames in mirrored Siamese pussy eyes
Sparking flames in mirrored Siamese pussy eyes








- I do this when I am supremely bored.

- Gentlemen. You may laugh.

[Lou3]

The sub-freezing weather in Philly is taking its toll on my sinuses. I woke up this morning light-headed and with pressure on the left side of my head. A neti pot flush gave me a minute of relief, but I'm still done for the day. If I'd use the neti pot every day instead of after getting sick...

I was hoping to take another shot at an Ashton Heritage Puro Sol Robusto today. I smoked one yesterday and was disappointed by the one-dimensional flavor and shoddy wrapper(nice finish though). In case it was a dud, I'd like to try one more before writing them off.

[Robusto]

A neti pot flush gave me a minute of relief

Lou - Can you translate, please?

[Lou3]

A neti pot is like a mini tea pot that is used to flush out the sinuses. I believe it originates from yoga. An allergist recommended it to me. Here is a video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFEXjzGagMI&feature=related

[Robusto]

Wow... I haven't heard of that over here.
Does it really work?...