I couldnt sleep last night and felt rather flu like. I ran out of Lemsip and went into the medicine cupboard in which I found some Night Nurse.. ( a liquid asprin, so to speak, but makes you sleep ) I took a gulp, went to bed and couldnt sleep. Maybe I should sue.

In a remarkable coincidence, a reader of my blog, the Glasgow Artist Stuart Murray, also indulged in Night Nurse recently…

Which, jogged a memory about Night Nurse and I wish to share it with my dear readers because I cant think of anything else to blog about this evening.

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In the late 1980s, my mother used to harp on and on about a woman she knew who was probably the world’s first and last Night Nurse addict. Anyway, Nursey ( We shall call her Nursey to protect the dead ) would drink a bottle of this every day and would retire for the evening at 6pm on the dot. Nursey’s strange addiction led her to ask others to go into Chemists to avoid suspicion.

This fascinated me as a kid. Others indulge in drink or some illegal drug as an escape, but Night Nurse was so original an escape that maybe when I am old and unwanted I will do the same, just to be different.

Anyway back to the story. Nursey apparantly died. Apologies Nursey if your still alive. A year or so later, I met mum in a cafe she frequented probably to have a fly fag when this old woman was sitting next to her who was called Nursey, same age, same appearance.

I was in awe of meeting this paracetemolic. After a few pleasantries I began to become afraid because Nursey was dead.. She is not alive, shes dead.

Nursey: Aw Stephen, your a clever boy! I’ll buy him a sandwich Jeanette.. Dae ye like Cheese Salad Rolls?

The Young Stephen: No.

Nursey: Why? Yer mammy said you do!

The Young Stephen: Not anymore, cos your dead.

Nursey: EH?!!

The atmos at this point soured..

The Young Stephen: I dont wish to have a roll. You died last year cos you drank too much Night Nurse!.

Horrifed she was… Horrified..

Mum had to leave in embarrasement ( as did I )

The woman was upset. She certainly wasnt dead, and later I realised she wasnt Nursey…

They did share, the name..

The 29th year alive.. oh Happy New Year!! Actually last night when the Glasgow Artist Stuart Murray wished me a Happy New Year, I went into a tirade about why do people celebrate the fact that one is a step closer to becoming a skeleton in the soil.

Well someone had to mention this!!

Im looking forward to this year and I have a list of what I want to happen:

1. Get a record deal and play a gig but maybe not in that order..

2. World Peace ( the usual cliche )

3. Everyone around me to be happy.

4. Go abroad for a holiday this year.

5. Get fit

6. Blog more

7…

Oh I cant think of anymore.

Entertain me with what you want to happen in 2007..