In an effort to rid myself of the snots, common sense told me to go to my local Curry house and go for something very hot. I did - and set them a task; "imagine a phall, turbo-charge it, add nitro-glycerene and molten lava, a dash of Chernobyl meltdown and a few solar flares. Oh. And a mushroom rice, sag paneer and a garlic naan.
Boss man from the Curry house was nervous as he handed me my bag of dynamite... either I've become immune, or they don't understand the word "hot". Dissapointing, I shall demand a refund.