ON THE MEND After another couple of days coughing my guts up and spreading the disease in lifts and screening rooms I am beginning to feel better. I have a theory that flu germs only really leave you alone once you have helped them procreate inside a minimum of twenty other people. Even those I love have been fodder for my microbes. Jess is at this moment sniffing into a tissue watching Kevin Spacey blow Jeff Bridges' mind. I wiped my nose on the cat a few times but I think he is immune. Lucky fucker. Then again he has no testicles so maybe not so lucky... and definitely not a fucker. I have spent the last two days wrapped in a blanket, downloading music and tv shows like the thieving bastard advocate of online technology that I am. Mike is blogging to: illegal vinyl