Bloody nose.

Standard

I went to bed at 9pm, but woke up repeatedly during the night (approximately 12:20, 1:50, 4:30) thinking it was already morning. I don’t generally have jetlag problems on my way back from Europe, but this time I have one of those acquired-in-transit colds that is choking me with icky sinus leavings when I sleep. Add to that, Hamish has decided that he is starving to death and/or being neglected during the night and singing sad songs about having the most DIFFICULT life in the universe, and yeah, I’ve not been sleeping so well. I actually recoiled in horror yesterday when I saw just how bad the dark circles under my eyes were; they really were of the Lon-Chaney-as-the-Phantom-of-the-Opera-style variety.

This is a bastard because, duh, being sick is no fun, but also because I have a lot of post-vacation life admin and cleaning to do today and I barely have the energy to sit and type this up as I drink my second coffee of the day. So I’m resorting to desperate measures (I have been posting every day since October 22) and posting YouTube clips of amusing British panel shows (my one true love). Enjoy!

Best tiebreaker ever.

This is maybe the most British policy ever.

I can relate. (AKA Why I would marry either David Mitchell or Charlie Brooker.)

Charlie Brooker elaborates.

Omid Djalili is amazing.

Aw, Mark Watson.

One of the funniest things I have ever seen on television. And I can, again, totally relate.

In other news, my friends Rachel and Chuck left on an 11-week adventure in Africa yesterday. They will be blogging here.

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