Me and the lovely Mrs D are unwell. She is being brave about it, and I am not (though she is iller than me). It is just some crappy lurgy that we caught from Oll, who caught it from my nephew Ross, but telegrams of sympathy and gifts of caviar and champagne would be gratefully received.
BTW the Weird Weekend was a fantastic success and raised a grand and a half for CFZ funds, and because of stuff I don't really want to go in to (but anyone who was at the WW will understand and sympathise), I am no longer the deputy editor of Tropical World.
Oh well. Shit happens....
