Thanks to Spike and Justin and possibly Vick

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a betting shop or pub, that is for ever England

I woke up this morning with the dreaded Lurgy. Some of you won’t understand how serious that is, and for the feminists, women, wives, aunts and nieces who belittle every male cold, this is so far beyond man-flu as to make me feel that a downward spiral has begun. I had a vision abed this AM, of being on a ventilator, in an A&E corridor for a week, being…