Friday, 22 February 2008

Sick As A Parrot

I'm feeling sick.

In fact, I'm feeling as sick as a parrot. Specifically, this parrot:


I'm full of the flu at the moment, so will be spending the next couple of days sneezing and coughing and looking sullen. Therefore, if you are so inclined, you can keep submitting your excellent entries for our equally excellent competition, and I'll try to get around to announcing a winner by Monday-ish.

Sorry about that! In the meantime, feel free to heap your pity and sympathy upon my weakened shoulders, and I will speak to you all SOON!

If I'm not DEAD by then.

- Fanton.

7 comments:

Lord Andrew of Goulding said...

Cheer up, your nob could have dropped off. Now, that would be really bad.

ADG

Lord Andrew of Goulding said...

By the way, you may wish Lord Likely to appear on the cover of a famous magazine.

http://andrewgouldingarticles.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-blog-post-than-article_21.html


ADG

Grumpus said...

But doesn't a little physical sickness from time to time nicely balance out the existential sickness? Or is that just me.

Here's a secret that medical science doesn't want you to know. The cure for flu is rootbeer floats, administered every few hours, with liberal splashings of rootbeer schnapps in with the Hires (which debuted in the 1800s with the tag line "the Greatest Health-Giving Beverage in the World.") It's science! And you can't smackdown science.

Beenzzz said...

Blast! I concocted an award winning movie poster and lost the document. Technology is far too technological for me sometimes.

Do feel better soon.

Frog the Dog said...

Do you want to borrow my hanky? I haven't used it much today....

Fanton said...

Thanks for your concern, ladies and gents - but I'm glad to report that I PULLED THROUGH and SURVIVED my TERRIBLE ORDEAL.

YES! Take that, Grim Reaper!

Lord Andrew of Goulding said...

The PDF for The View From Bondi is finally ready though I've still got to set up the Paypal payment buttons.

However, I'm passing out a few freebie review copies to some er friends. Are you interested?

I describe the book as:

A literary Pulp Fiction
Sex In The City For Guys
A bit of a wank
A good laugh
A bruised romantic's recounting of a time when both something in his shirt and in his pocket ached and ached
A wank
A partial philosophical treatise
More of a wank
A "from the trenches" impartial reporting of The Battle Of The Sexes
The book to the soundtrack
The slickest piece of goddam writing since Run, Spot, Run

ADG