Strepsils. I was desperate for Strepsils. It was 3am. I'd woken, mid-dream, to an awful feeling in the throat. Dry as hell; sore as purgatory. I fervently searched in cupboards and drawers, but there's only so much searching you can do at 3am: too much and you are suddenly wide awake and unable to wrestle back into sleep.
I settled for Night Nurse; the added bonus being it's drowsy effects would alleviate some of my worries of regaining sleep. It took me a while for my throat to settle but I slowly regained unconsciousness.
In the morning I woke with no pain. Thankfully, as I was off to see the Stone Roses play at Finsbury Park; a clean bill of health a requirement for such an undertaking. Okay, Ian may not be the best singer in the world but nothing he sang during the gig reminded me of that horrific moment the previous night. It just goes to prove what a damn fine band they truly are.
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