The phlegm train has abated and I think it is due to the bottles of Red Stripe beer that I drank last night. Not the usual dozen mind you, just a couple so Steve wouldn’t feel like punching me in the face every time I opened my oh-so-whiny mouth.

I believe that a nice cold beer on a frosty clear night is the perfect remedy for the common cold, even for freaks like me.

Tastes better than Buckley's