Drugs are bad, M’kay?

Yesterday, I was hit with a dose of hay fever that almost incapacitated me. Seriously. I met @Nutchild and @FrankDJS for some BBQ at Bodean’s at Tower Hill and spent most of the meal preparing to sneeze, bracing myself for a sneeze, sneezing and recovering from a sneeze.

All while trying to avoid sharing my allergy-tinged mucus with my dining companions. And dealing with the tissue-related detritus piling up around me. Attractive it was not.

I had taken my usual antihistamines, but they weren’t doing the trick. So, I did the only sensible thing and self-medicated: upping my dose by taking my night-time tablet early. And then repeating this when I got him, forgetting I’d taken an earlier one. And then taking a Niquil tablet, imported from the US, to help me sleep.

Help me sleep, it did. Too much, in fact.

I was woken up at 0900 this morning and, despite washing, dressing and getting on the tube, didn’t actually wake up properly until about 1100, when I was breaking my rule and having a coffee with breakfast. It just about scratched the surface of my drug coma.

I really only felt truly awake once I’d had some lunch at my favourite haunt: Yo! Sushi in Selfridges.


Owing to a later than usual breakfast, I was surprisingly reserved and only had two plates. The usual delicious pickled aubergine and a plate of garlic teriyaki beef. Pictured below.

Actually, it wasn’t all down to breakfast. I also ate my own body-weight while at Bodean’s last night: BBQ chicken wings, a large “Soho Special”, followed by chocolate muffin and ice-cream. To say I waddled home would be an understatement.


It will definitely be a small dinner tonight – I’m not built for this kind of abuse to my digestive tract. Bodean’s (the way I eat it, anyway) is a once a month treat, if that.

I’m still eating the anti-histamies, as it seems that pollen levels are off the scale in London right now. As such, I’ll probably drop off for an unplanned snooze at any point. It’s like seeing my twilight years – eating too much, popping pills and falling asleep at any time of the day.

Sounds quite nice, actually.


Stroopwafels and tea

Courtesy of the lovely people at HEMA, some delicious stroopwafels to enjoy after dinner.

I think I was pretty reserved in only taking three out of the packet. They’re nom-tastic and very more-ish.

Slightly worried that I now have an unlimited access to Stroopwafels in London. Before, I could only get them on occasional visits to the Netherlands.

Now? A MacPsych staple with tea. Better get running…


Not another Filofax?!

I’ve flitted and hopped from one paper-based note-taking solution to another over the last few years. I love Moleskine notebooks due to their quality. But removing pages for scanning or sharing is a pain. Plus, they’re pricey.

On a similar note, I love Filofaxes due to their flexibility and how I can personalise the set-up and content. But they can get quite heavy – especially the A5 models – making them less than portable. And they’re pricey.

Ideally, I like to rely on one system for those times when paper is the optimal solution. When typing straight into Evernote would be disruptive…or impossible.

Without wanting to jinx myself, I think I might have arrived at a solution.

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Heading home…

Just boarded my flight to London City Airport. After an earlier monsoon, the sun has finally decided to come out to play over Edinburgh.

(A shame it wasn’t as cooperative when I got soaked to the skin walking to my meeting this morning).

Here’s hoping we have a smooth flight home. Looking forward to a night in my own bed, especially after last night’s hotel bed – a lot like sleeping on a pile of coats.

I’m not precious, but neither am I student anymore…