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I hate headaches

I had to go home after lunch today, as I was looking at the screen of my computer and seeing flashing lights and feeling sick, so thinking about my chapter (which was supposed to be in today) just wasn’t going to happen. On the bus, I sat in front of someone who was eating a burger and behind someone who smelt like they had washed with carbolic soap, and had to close my eyes, put my hand over my face and try not to heave as the smells from all sides were overwhelming (normally I’d just think “yuck, that smells” and that would be it, but when I’m in the grip of a headache, it just takes over and all I can think about is how horrible the smell is). I spent the afternoon in a dark room, dozing and dosed up with Migraleve. I felt better when I got up (at 6) but I find after a headache that it feels really weird for the rest of the day. I think they call it “migraine with aura” – it’s really hard to explain, the best I can do is to say it’s like standing on the edge of a cliff (or edge of anything, really). When I quiet myself down, I can feel myself rocking slightly, and eyelids flickering, and I could fall either way.

Poop.

In other news, I have just found myself in my spam folder. It comes to something when even my own blog hates me! I’m still going to spam in quite a few blogs (Tractor Girl, check your spam folder), which is v. irritating. A girl could get paranoid.

In other other news, we went to a fantastic Celtic Connections gig last night. As with the best ones, the support acts were so good it felt like we’d got our money’s worth even before the main act came on. The main act this time was a Quebecois band called La Bottine Souriante (the support acts were another Quebecois band called Le Vent du Nord and an Irish singer called Julie Fowlis). All 3 acts were absolutely superb – pictures (which aren’t that brilliant, but not too bad) will be on my Glasgow photo blog next week. I didn’t touch a drop of alcohol so I know that the headache wasn’t hangover-related. I did try to read Foucault on the bus on the way to work this morning though, maybe that was what did it.

Spam and Shooglenifty

So, I have just rescued Pants from my spam folders, and taken a look at Ken’s, Truthsign’s and Yay’s spam folders. I think I have found my vocation at last – Wibsite Spam Inspector. I think I need a uniform.

Last night we went to see Shooglenifty at the Old Fruit Market. It was fantastic! They did an hour long set, then went off for a few minutes, then came back with a group called Ensemble Kaboul from Afghanistan and played another half hour or so with them (including Venus in Tweeds). And then they did a long encore. It was brilliant. I first saw them in 1996 (or maybe 97) at WOMAD, and then a year later at the Swan in Stockwell, and then a couple of years ago here at Celtic Connections. They’re still on form, that’s for sure. And loud. Very loud.

This photo is a bit arty (where ‘arty’ is a synonym of ‘rubbish’). But I like it! (in my defence, the exposure was several seconds, I was quite a long way away and was holding the camera up in the air, and had had a couple of pints of beer by this point)

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Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam …

I have just received a spam email from myself. That is a bit worrying. If anybody who knows my [funny_name] email address gets spam from it, I’m really sorry, but please could you let me know. I expect that means I’ll have to move my emails over to a new address. Sigh.

In other news, I have picked up the essays for marking. Nearly 70% of them have chosen just one title out of the five (the boring one, oh joy) so that means I’m going to have a great week next week. Not.