EDitorial ± 22-Nov-2004

Itch You Can't Scratch

According to Google, which we trust to know about such matters, there's never been an occurrence of the word "flaky" on this website. What were the chances? Yet if you were searching for a term to describe both the back of my scalp, NNE of that curious metallic implant, and the skin above my eyes, you'd likely settle on that word.

I had a run of late nights last week while trying to finish a friend's new website, culminating in a 3am finish on Friday night stroke Saturday morning. Hey, it wasn't a school night, mother. As the days progressed the backs of my knees needed more and more E45 Itch Relief slapped on, my head got scratchy, and the eyes became like Chi Chi after too much sake the night before. Not good.

When you're stuck like glue
When you need some goo
— Elastica, Vaseline

On top of that, earlier today BBC News were running a story entitled "Too little sleep may make you fat". OK, perhaps I did have the odd biscuit or two with my 1am brew, but I can cut them out tomorrow, honest.

I can hear little sister advising me to eat more fish and stock up on Omega-3 (starring Charlton Heston). Score one for some salmon tonight and chalk another one up for some peppered mackerel at the weekend, though I doubt that Friday lunchtime's fried plaice at the Maybush qualifies, tasty as it was.

Sometimes you don't need to have the sleep of the just, you need to just sleep. Here endeth the lesson. Now get to bed!

Be seeing you!