Throbbing Like A Ladytron Remix

I have had to turn down a request to travel to Belgrade in the role of parapolitics talking head. As much as I would love to hold forth on Serbian TV with my views on the nature of conspiracy and the incongruities surrounding the death of Slobodan Milošević, my health will not let me.

Aside from the need to go back into hospital next week, the pain is too bad for me to undertake the journey. Whilst I could have got around the passport probem, there is no escape from the fact I am not even breathing in an approximation of normality at the moment. There is no way I can even contemplate going into London whilst the monster inside me is throbbing like a Ladytron remix. It is frightening how quickly I have degenerated in the last few days.