Ill.

Evening, crew.

Sitting in bed, laptop on the go, Florence and The Machine doing You Got The Love flying out the stereo. Just read Caitlin Moran's column.

Oh, and spectacularly ill. Flu'd up the eyeballs with, well, flu combined with shivers and sweats, occasional outbursts of Cricketers' Disease and a chest that feels heavier than all of Belgium standing on me.

This has given me a few moments to run through some other odds and sods I wanted to put up here a while back but got sidetracked by the rest of my life intervening.

Excuse me (achoooo!). There.

Right - stand by for pictures. And words.