I blame going to Intrusion. Lupercal and I had a fine night still, even after trying the "Gourmet Pizza Company" we still found ourselves with time to kill, then found a coffee shop, got kicked out of coffee shop and sat on a bench hoping for change from passers by.
Intrusion was amusing if - like most clubs - quite smokey - which I'm really feeling at the moment. Si and I were also driven to muse on the nature of irony. Now, in many goth clubs if you watch carefully you can see many people being ironic. This involves behaving in a way that would be worthy of criticism if it were someone else - but its ok "Because it's ironic". So, after a degree of evidence collected on dance moves, dress sense and other such attributes I have this to say "Oi! Goths! No!". Of course, I'd never behave like that myself. Ever. Much.
Even the threat of actually making an appointment with the doctor for tomorrow hasn't shifted this damn cough. I'm waiting to be told no alcohol or smokey environments for the next few days. "It'll be ok Doc - I'm going to take the air at the seaside..."