My broadband connection has been down since last night whilst they messed around moving everyone’s emails and I was totally traumatized. I felt like my right arm had been cut off as well as my left one, which is still very sore after the flu jab. A close friend of mine won’t have the flu jab as she’s convinced it’s a goverment plot to kill off all the old and ailing population.

She might have a point there.

There has always been the rumour that the AIDS virus was deliberately administered to homosexual men in America in the form of injections to protect them against hepatitus, but in reality it was a nazi-type plot to wipe them all out.

You never know.

There are all kinds of theories as to where the AIDS virus originally stems from and why it has come into existence in the first place. I only wish they would hurry up and find a cure, but I suppose there is too much money to be made on the pharmacutial side.

Talking of pharmacuticals, I’ve put my new pills, as directed, in the fridge next to that horrible replacement for butter which is supposed to bring my cholestrol down, waiting for the dreaded day when I have to change my medication. The fact that I will now have to take four pills instead of two is psychologically depressing and will be a constant times four daily reminder, as I try to swallow the things, that I still have this deadly virus and that I will have to live with it forever. On the other hand, at least they are not blue. My other pills were blue and we all know that colourants in food, which presumably means pills as well, can cause behavioural problems and hyperactivity in children and for that reason you should never let them eat the blue Smarties.

There you go, I have studiously refrained over the years from eating blue Smarties and look what happened. If they don’t get you one way they’ll get you another. If only I’d eaten more Smarties maybe I wouldn’t be having trouble with my M&S knickers falling down. Maybe all the blue additive I’ve consumed over the years is the reason for my recent hyperactivity in regard to this website. God knows what I’ll get when I switch to these new pills. Apparently, they are the ones least likely to cause lipidostrophy, but on the other hand they can give you yellow eyes and kidney stones. There’s not much in it then, is there? It’s either a humped back or yellow eyes.

I thought about it for a brief moment when I was presented with the options, then I went for the yellow eyes. Well, wouldn’t you? I am, of course, extremely lucky living in this country to have access to any kind of medication and I don’t mean to make light of the subject. My heart bleeds for the women and children in other countries who are denied medication and have no access to the life prolonging HIV drugs and are forced to stand by and watch their families die from AIDS.

What a relief it is to be back on line. It’s strange, I am talking away to people I don’t even know. Life has become very computer orientated, but that in turn is also a good thing. It is enabling me to pass my message on to anyone who cares to listen, that there is still life living with HIV only not in the form that you once knew it. And good things can come out of it. For example, I have made some amazing new friends. Catherine of course is one. Her incredible story of survival and her wit and determination have inspired me beyond words. In fact, without her I would never have had the confidence to speak out on the radio and neither would I be sitting here writing this. If we carry on doing interviews and radio broadcasts together, we well may become the Hinge and Bracket of HIV – as opposed to the Two Fat Ladies, Hairy Bikers or Two Ronnies.

Jennifer Saunders and Dawn French of course would be much more desireable.