Following is an excerpt from a brilliantly written description of illness. Seeing that this piece was written by someone from the UK, it uses the term fellatio in conjunction with the word fags in a fashion that might make some people in North America a tad uncomfortable. Personally, I think he’s quite high on cold medication; though, I must admit that I’m not a regular reader of any Guardian columnist, so maybe he’s normally a master of adjectives.

“Yes, perhaps Mister so-called “God” could create a highly infectious disease that was both non-fatal and fun. And by “fun”, I mean something that generates symptoms that feel nice instead of nasty. How about an illness that induces the sensation of sliding into a warm bath? [...] Wouldn’t it be great? You’d jump for joy at the first symptom. If a doctor gravely ushered you into his office and said you were infected, you’d end up kissing him. If the virus was transmitted via saliva, he’d kiss you back [...]“

– Charlie Brooker on why there aren’t any fun diseases…