A Taste Of Honey
I have a rather annoying cough at the moment. You know, the one where you have a tickle in your throat and spend an annoyingly long amount of time letting out little coughs that won’t go away.
Most annoying.
I always call these coughs “anti-theatre coughs” because you’d last about five minutes in a small theatre if you were coughing like that before you annoyed everyone in sight and were asked to leave.
Theatre featured again as I made myself a lemsip and realised that I was drinking it ignoring the mug’s handle and was instead wrapping both my hands around the cup to gain maximum warmth, a bit like an actress in a kitchen-sink drama about real people in real situations.
Which I don’t want to resemble.
I’d much rather be Maggie the Cat.



I used to have that sort of cough all through winter every year in my childhood, and refer to them as “hem hem” coughs.
To get fully into the theatre role, you need to be wearing a chunky woollen jumper when you’ve got your hands wrapped around the mug.
Can you order Lemsip for the interval?
Betty – I actually have a jumper like that. I might make a hot chocolate and put the jumper on for the full effect.
Geoff – I don’t know, I think you could order a port and lemon and grind some paracetamol in it. Or is port and lemon a bit common for a theatre interval drink?
But don’t forget the slightly witless smile as you lower your face towards the mug. Or is that just Cup-a-Soup?
The fillum of CoaHTR has that wonderful Burl Ives line:
“Why, there ain’t nuthin’ wrung with me bud a *SPAAAZZTIC CO-LON…*!
Always cheers us up in our house…
xxx
Bob
The hem hem cough is notoriously difficult to cure. Half a bottle of whiskey and a good throat lozenge can do it.
Tim – Ugh, not Cup a Soup. Watery horrible stuff. I do the smirk though.
Bob – Oh yes, that’s a great bit.
Realdoc – Well since a doctor suggested it…
Hot port all the way. With cloves.
I seem to make that comment at least once a month.
All good, yes.