11 August 1994 - HAVING FEVER
I've had an awful week. Last Thursday, my chiropodopolists was stormed by peasants demanding bread, peace and land and lamb.
They only went away because I feigned a particular illness. This one: Fever.
12 August 1994 - HAVING FEVER
This terrible malaise is really beginning to make me laugh.
My throat is like the inside of a cabin, and my lungs are lined with myrrh.
And my eyes - would it be funny if they filled with slops?
13 August 1994 - HAVING FEVER
I went to the doctor, and guess what he told me, guess what he told me?
He said I've got a disease, and have to be placed in an isolation ward at 7.30pm tomorrow.
It's only down the road.