Mad Max Shake(s) the Disease

My apologies for the rather incoherent previous 2 posts. But here's more for your time and patience.

You see, I have been "dead" for the past 3 days and have only just gotten up today. I had written them while I was in and out of consciousness (would have loved to say in a higher state of conciousness from all the piriton). Yes, I have caught the flu - BIG time!

And yes, I did get my dose of The Dome's chicken and mushroom pie today thankyouverymuchforasking. Plus, pumpkin soup (Laukong said it would be good for my sinus)...and calamari and chips (it was supposed to be a "sharing-and-caring" thing, but I think I was in a "clean-plate club" mode tonight)...and a Crunchie chocolate thingy latte drink...and a can of coke (not the diet kind, thankyouverymuch)...and a glass of freebie water (oooh, healthy choice mate!)...and a pot of Earl Grey Tea (for the sinus again).

I was about to mention that the one good thing about being this ill, is that it's God's way of helping me lose a kilo or two. After The [Thunder]Dome (am feeling rather 80's tonight), NAH! Oh, perish the thought!

Those silly people are still bothering me again with so-called "anxious" e-mail telling me I should rectify my credit card billing address. What are these people? If I had a penis, I would call them bloody cock-teasers. Except I don't have one - last time I checked anyway...unless you read my last post - but that's another story. While we're on this topic, apparently Laukong read it (I can assure you that he only ever reads my blog when I tell him to at point blank, but of course, dahlink - he knows where the couch is) - he must have this built-in sixth sense (like his nipple itches or something) to tell him that he has been bitched about in his wife's blog. Anyway, I digrest. Back to the story>

Well, what can I say? I have done all I could possibly have done. I went to the bank last Monday to correct my mailing address, and apparently THAT's still NOT the correct address according to this website's credit card company-thingy-wachamcallit. I've even given them my old billing address, just in case. What's a girl to do, meh? I cannot prove any more that I am the bonafide (wow big word! brains must be producing new brain cells today) owner of the bloody-bunking-effing credit card.

Simple solution is to book first flight to Singapore tomorrow and just get the bloody (yes, the 'B' in B Bag now stands for bloody) bag over and done with! Simple! Why complicate life begging other people (and a frigging virtual customercare service centre at that! Aptly named, I'm sure) and justifying my ownership of the effing credit card! Go Singapore, got Fendi KANTONG some more!

Anyway, rantings aside (I'm soooo over this B Bag thing)....I must say I have been blessed by all things 80's tonight. Evidence? Tribute to Depeche Mode (or something of that nature) was on Channel [V] whilst we were at The [Thunder}Dome-we-don't-need-another-hero.

I *heart* Dave Gahan. I was so Mrs Gahan in the 80's and I still am sooo. Actually, that's not true. I'm lying through my sinus. I was so Mrs Alan Wilder (those who don't know, go Wiki him) in the 80's. Dave was his stand-in. Then Nik Kershaw. Then Tom Bailey. Sometimes not necessarily in that order. Then I went to the Dark-side when Bros came along. But we shall not dwell into that today.

Tonight, I shall share with you my 80's inspired *ahem* inspiration. Indulge me, ladies & gents.

CUE: Record screeching sound.

Actually scrap that. I'll do that another day. More excuse to have an 80's entry.