I don't want this blog to become a 'what's wrong with me this week' noticeboard but that's the way it seems to be going. This week I did, in fact, pass out.
I was at the desk, listening to the Horace Silver Quintet album Song for My Father* and moving some files about when I suddenly felt incredibly anxious. And then I woke up.
I felt pretty bad straight afterwards and Mrs Tea at Johnny's dialled 111 but, long story short, it doesn't appear to be anything serious thankfully. I was worried it might have been a seizure but the nurse practitioner I saw suggests it was a vasovagel. That's a new one on me. More tests in a couple of weeks.
I don't know much about Tinie Tempah but I do know that I like Pass Out, his 2010 chart-topper that would go on to win the Brit Award for Song of the Year the following year.
I do have something in common with Mr Tempah, in that we've both been to Southampton and neither have us have been to Scunthorpe..
* Did the discordance of this Hard Bop classic cause the unconsciousness, in whole or part? I'm not going to listen again to test the theory.