I suppose at some point, instead of letting this once proud pole used by ladies of the evening to dance on rot into the ever growing number of blogs without any real purpose or indeed enough funny photos of drunk people pulling their trousers down in front of a bus, write something.

Not just any something, but something which may once again restore lost faith in me.

Sadly the only such things which come in my head at this late hour are not so much profound, rather annoying as they all still revolve around mucus dripping from my leisurely nose.

Still on the plus side, I hope to be back in full swing shortly once again, and slowly but surely the eggmen site will receive more pointless podcasts and ranting about the world of games, which as it goes, seems more interesting than the world at large right now.

Or maybe, I haven’t found the right thing to laugh at yet?

When you get a man-cold it’s simply no fun. It stops you thinking, or rather thinking like you usually do. Which lets be honest normally consists of doing naughty, scratching yourself or what to eat.

And now the throat has basically gone which as things go, may not seem a bad thing, but when you planned to do a few voice-overs for a podcast, it seems to be rather the end of the world. At least my fingers still work, unless I get leprosy and they all fall off.

And I still feel tired after the weekend which was basically written off from work.

Dude, basically I need right now to do less.