In the continuing stream of bad news, neatly mimicking my time in the bathroom, the Galway and Cork shows are going to have to be off I’m afraid. After a day and a half spent on the sofa convincing myself that I was well enough to fly, a short walk to the shops induced more eye-popping stomach theatrics and the concession that Fly BE is not the best remedy for my current ills. I’m trying to work out getting out to Belfast and Dublin, but it’s not 100% at the moment to be honest. As ever, rescheduling frenzies are just over the horizons.

Continued grovelling.