Cold remedies??

Cracking replies from all, the tip about a bit of exercise has triggered a very long memory about my Nan telling me to chop some wood when I was, much, much younger... I couldn't understand it at the time, but felt better afterwards :facepalm: (honestly :lol: )

A trip to the local veg shop tomorrow me thinks :wink:
 
Chopping veg ain't gonna do it brother.

Get out in the wilderness. Cover your face in animal droppings and live off wild berries and anything you can kill with your hands.
 
The History Man":14us7z9t said:
Chopping veg ain't gonna do it brother.

Get out in the wilderness. Cover your face in animal droppings and live off wild berries and anything you can kill with your hands.

And take a bottle of Moorland with you..... :wink:
 
Let me tell you a story....

Back in the swineflu year of, 2009? I think, anyway, I felt a bit wibbly on my way to the Peaks meet that year.

Started the ride, got halfway round but had to pull out feeling very ill, in fact Mr Kawasaki himself lead me safely back to the B&B at Hope. So with a stupidly high heart rate (I could pedal a few yards, stop, pedal a bit more, stop etc) I got to the B&B, slept for 3 hours, shat the bed (really), showered, had a pint, went back to bed for another 13 hours.

The next day, absolutely right as rain and promptly ate 3 breakfasts' worth of food.

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legrandefromage":mxicyb1v said:
Let me tell you a story....

Back in the swineflu year of, 2009? I think, anyway, I felt a bit wibbly on my way to the Peaks meet that year.

Started the ride, got halfway round but had to pull out feeling very ill, in fact Mr Kawasaki himself lead me safely back to the B&B at Hope. So with a stupidly high heart rate (I could pedal a few yards, stop, pedal a bit more, stop etc) I got to the B&B, slept for 3 hours, shat the bed (really), showered, had a pint, went back to bed for another 13 hours.

The next day, absolutely right as rain and promptly ate 3 breakfasts' worth of food.

Fair play to you mate, especially for those three breakfasts, you can thank the good Lard for such a speedy recovery :lol:

The History Man":mxicyb1v said:
Chopping veg ain't gonna do it brother.

Get out in the wilderness. Cover your face in animal droppings and live off wild berries and anything you can kill with your hands.

It'd have to be the garage, but the good thing is that there is a mouse in there, so plenty of stools :lol: :lol:
 
The History Man":1w5lur5b said:
Like a young Noel Edmonds.

There is a picture of me with Noel - He is in one of his rupert checkered suits and I'm a fat tubber aged about 2 covered in chocolate and crying after winning a go-cart...
 
There is a picture of me with Jimmy Saville. Yes, that Jimmy Saville. He opened a charity event my dad was involved in in the 70s at the local police station!
 
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