Signed-up for university alumni event where (apparently) ‘legends’ will ‘amuse us’. Struck by powerful fear these ‘legends’ will be younger than me. Much younger.

Given the state of me, if this comes anywhere close to achieving what the bottle promises we should start running pilgrimages to the factory.

January dilema: Am I sick enough to drink lemsip from one of the putrid mugs in the office kitchen? And if I did, would it cure whatever else I caught too?

From Wikipedia: “Twelfth Night is a festival in some branches of Christianity marking the coming of the Epiphany and a white large van.”