They can send a man to the moon. They can fill a complete library onto a wee chippie thingy. They can create a celeb world where Oprah is king. And yet they can't come up with a proper cure for migraines. FAIL!
After three and a half days in agonizing pain it finally seems I'm getting better. But it's not over till it's over and I know my fiend all too well so I'm not celebrating yet. Boo-hoo. Four days not being online means tons of unanswered emails, pm's, what have you. Hey, maybe I even won something on eBay. I'll check in a couple of days (maybe).
Yesterday (Saturday), the postman banged on the door. He wore a big crash-helmet and had a pile of pop culture products in different formats; CD, DVD, VHS, LP and a book even. From underneath the raging migraine I managed to utter a "fabulous, cheers mate" and moved back into the flat. As I was about to close the door I saw him from behind as he was standing at the top of the staircase. He paused and mumbled something to himself. Maybe he cursed the day he decided to become a postman or maybe he started counting the steps backwards.
Oh, and let's be international for a moment shall we: I live in Scandinavia. The LP* that I received came from a shop in Austria. I had ordered it via a store in the UK. The record featured an American band. The recording was done in France - by a radio station in Luxembourg. The record was released in Russia.
*New York Dolls live at Radio Luxembourg December 1973 (180g LP, Lilith Records)
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