N is for Night Nurse

Every day in April I will be participating in the A to Z Blog Challenge. Each day I will write a post dealing with an issue that is near and dear to me that starts with the letter of the Alphabet the corresponds with the day of the month. Neat right? Today is April 14th so the letter of the day is N.

N is for Night Nurse


They say the food sucks in England. They are not wrong. Not sure why that is. Surely there are people there who know how to cook, right? Might just be shit ingredients. But who has time to even think about eating when you can get Night Nurse??

Night Nurse is the UK’s equivalent to NyQuil. Except that they keep it behind the counter and give you the third degree when you try and buy some. This is a country where you can buy codeine over the counter. I got turned on to it during Tragedy’s 2nd UK tour, in Cardiff, Wales, by our tour manager Paul “The Cat” Catten. He took me to the pharmacy and we tried to buy 4 bottles but were told it was 2 per customer. The pharmacist was counting us as a single customer and would only sell us 2 because we had walked in together. Bullshit. With a little NYC pushiness I was able to persuade him that “we didn’t know each other, we just happened to walk in at the same time and need the same thing.”

I’m not sure what’s in the Night Nurse but it sure does make you feel nice. The best part is that you can buy it at Heathrow at the Boots pharmacy after you go through security, so you can take a few swigs for the flight and then stuff it in your carry on. Bliss. Try some the next time you’re there. And since I hipped you to it, please bring back a bottle for me. And one for Stauds.