These days if you wake up with the flu, the American navy will come round to your house, bend you over a table inject you with plasma and take samples of your liver to their biochemical warfare centre in Atlanta. And when they’ve gone away, men in nuclear spillage boiler suits will want to know if you’ve had any contact with Las Pigos de Mexico.
This morning I woke up to find I have a runny nose, a sore throat, and every few minutes my eyes fill with water: all the ingredients you need to make a convincing Nyquil commercial for the television………….I don’t have swine flu………I have man flu ……… which is even worse. And it’s an illness women do not understand. It’s not a cold …….. that’s what women get………this is, as I said……………man flu.
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