Its that time of year again. Runny nose, itchy eyes, comedy sneezing fits. So I’ve just popped out to Boots and bought some Clarityn tablets.
I was really hoping I was over this hayfever thing, I mean it is soooo nineteen nineties, but it seems that my aversion to pollen is just as strong as it has always been.
Of course, in Australia (bugger, we just missed the food and wine festival) I suffered not a single sniffle. Does this mean that antipodean pollen is less offensive than the variety we get in the mother country?
The food and wine show was rather good. I went with Mr Chan and we saw Rick Stein (my most hated celeb chef) and he was crap as I thought he would be. Sun, sun, sun in Sydney right now and I’m off to play some golf. Oh the joy of the semi-employed.
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Rick Stein suffers from one major problem, he’s not Delia Smith. Oh, and he’s a Cornishman. Bugger thats two. Pretty soon I’ll be talking about fanatical devotion to the Pope.