Sniffles and Extreme Cold Cures

I have a cold. Not a bad one. I'm just a bit bunged up. Sniffly. Headachey. Just enough to make me want to eat fresh oranges and drink a wee hot toddy.

Instead, I've gone for a cold cure. What's happened cold cures in the last few years? They went from being called 'cold relief' and being paper sachets that contained lots of vitamin c and a bit of paracetamol to being super-aggressive Cold or Flu Fighters.

It's all Lemsip MAX with don't-fuck-with-me-you-disgusting-germs packaging and radioactive yellow fluids now. I don't want to wage war in my body...I just want a few extra vitamins and maybe something to ease the stuffy nose, thanks a million.

But now. Now it's all powerhousing out the door to some meeting in New York because you're all beechamed off your tits.

I remember lovely lemsip ads when I was a kid. Ones where sneezy lemons tucked each other up in bed and snoozed their sniffles away. But when I youtubed lemsip ads...that's not what I found.

Instead, I found the laughing police lemon ad. Oh dear God make it go away...