Chalky, not chewy.

I'm feeling a bit ropey today as a result of a Tiny Monkey practise and subsequent boozing. One of the guys at work, seeing me sprawled on the staffroom couch and hearing me quietly croak a register lower than normal, asked me if I'd like some painkillers.

Apparently he got into the habit of carrying painkillers after he broke his arm in twelve places while walking home from a party at the old flat, but that's another story.

Anyway, glass of water, 2 x paracetamol: down the hatch.

The tablets stuck on the back of my tongue and immediately started to dissolve into a gag-inducing chalky mess. Just about yakked in the office. Seriously. Huge gag. Utterly vile.

And I still feel dreadful.