Empty bars in the afternoon
By means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways
 [655] At times of illness, I am not myselfDecember 17th, 2008 – 8:30pm Posted in  Thoughts 
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What follows are thoughts on the effects of the physical upon the mental self
On trivial, irritating The One Show-like illnesses
Somewhat genetically predisposed towards the mental over the physical, in a different time and place I would have only a few small saving graces to thank for not becoming a hunchbacked, corrupted cynic in a Dickens novel. I am not a tall man, I am not imposing and while hypochondria is as familiar to me as the ins and outs of Grecian table etiquette, I am not the healthiest of men. Sat lumbering in my torso like a heavy heart, my stomach protests against the majority of foodstuffs known to man and leaves me with a constant streak of heartburn drawn in a smooth scalpel line down my chest. Current record of continuous days attendance: 6 years and counting. And yet this is not my greatest of woes, as time is …read more.
