It?s only fair to update readers on how the Viking Festival is going, after my rant the other day. Last night was the first night of the tribute band portion of the proceedings and I have to admit it wasn?t as bad as I feared it would be. Although the windows at the back of the house were rattling a bit, it wasn?t so bad in front. I opened the window behind my desk in the living room so I could listen to the Queen Tribute band and although the lead singer did sound remarkably like Freddy Mercury, he just couldn?t hit the high notes Freddy could. That man had a beautiful voice and I have mixed emotions about his many imitators.

As always, ?We are the Champions? brought a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes. ?And we?ll keep on fighting, ?til the end?? Oh Freddy, if only you lived to benefit from PIs. I sometimes wonder if he would have gone on to become a Champion of the Fight Against HIV/AIDS.

Tonight the main tribute band is Abba; I hope readers will forgive me if I wear earplugs and pretend it isn?t happening.

I?ve been having another one of ?those? days and today?s speciality has been what I call a ?cricket bat headache?. That?s the kind where I feel someone?s hitting me upside the back of my head with a cricket bat every time I move too quickly or get up off my chair. I tend to walk around half crouched over when I have one of these and I don?t even realise I?m doing it half the time. I took a sumatriptan around two but it didn?t work. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don?t. Took another one at five and it?s taken the edge off so I can walk upright again. Good thing too? as I said I often don?t realise I?m walking hunched over ? until I manage to walk into something I should have seen.

But, tomorrow?s another day. It just is, ok?