Terribly, Terribly Sick.

In between doing vocals I have taken to lying, curled up, on the floor of the studio, complete with scarf and gloves and a hood. My ears hurt, my throat feels like sandpaper and I feel all dizzy. I couldn't even really concentrate on today's episode of "Murder, She Wrote". Although it was quite a complex one, so that might not be the sickness, just the brilliance of JB Fletcher.

I think it might be The Black Death. Or scurvy. It has been put to me that it is a 'bad cold', but I am sure it is something much, much more serious. Gangrene, perhaps.

We did an open mic night in Brighton last night, which was fun although I felt like the inside of a used air sickness bag.

I have to go and curl up again now until I am called upon to sing through the pain once more.