Concorde 2...

The good news is that my nose is finally functioning well enough to have drained any reservoir of mucus that had not been previously blasted into a soggy tissue prior to our drive to Brighton this weekend. (see photo as proof of pulse).

We went down to the seaside to attend an under-ages gig at the Concorde 2, where The Nines (Ben's son) were featuring their talents in front of a very young crowd - in fact, everytime I dragged my sagging post-illness face into the main hall, I had a multiplying effect on the average age of the crowd.

After the gig we stopped into Fat Leo's for a meal, but while my nose had cleared and I could now breathe without the aid of a foot pump - my taste buds still had some difficulty in identifying the most basic of flavours....I think it was lasagne.