Here were the two best things I heard on my travels up and down the channel numbers.
First, during a reshowing of an earlier Dr Who episode, a very anxious person said:
“That Dalek just absorbed the entire Internet! It knows everything!”
And the second fun snippet I heard was from a show about crumpet, i.e. nice looking and happy looking ladies with fine cleavages but not much to say for themselves in seventies comedy shows and horror movies. The unashamedly excited interviewer asked the one and only Ingrid Pitt if she ever had any reservations about taking her clothes off? Replied La Pitt:
“Only if it was cold.”
I am not yet a hundred per cent. Still coughing, alas, and with my ears afflicted by tape hiss, although the headache is largely gone. But those two snatches of chat did help me get a bit better.
TV also tells me that I am not the only one thus suffering. The cold cure adverts do not sell anything that will cure you, but they do provide definite evidence that you have only got a dose of what lots of other people have also got.
I could have had it far worse, and far scarier. Patrick Crozier was recently struck down by appendicitis. In Japan.