Sid Snot

"Allo, Sid Snot 'ere."

How do you explain Kenny Everett to anybody younger than 45? And who aren't English / Australian. Or into retro comedy?

Well, I should be renamed Sid Snot.

Not because I'm an aging, queer, leather-bound punk, but I am filled with snot. 

I'm sick of snot. 

I want to taste something again. 

I want to stop coughing up green gunk.

Although, I am feeling nearly back to normal - I'm operating at about 90%, which is something. I've not had to take any panadol for 48 hours. 

Still, it's hot and I'm bunged up with mucus, and it's not funny, and I've got Kenny Everett living rent free in my brain. 

Also, 30 years on, now you're an adult, you realise just how subversive Everett really was. 

I mean this! Would you get away with a character called Cupid Stunt in these politically correct times?

I will say, after a day of spreadsheets and PowerPoint packs, he's given me a bit of a giggle. 

I'm off to the supermarket, for firstly a walk, and to buy some more tissues. 

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