Wednesday, 25 November 2020
Tuesday, 24 November 2020
Here in the U.K. there is a lot of pressure to be allowed celebrate a family Christmas in the traditional way.
Well, if you are over 60, ask yourself this question.
Given the choice, which would you prefer: to serve a 6 month sentence of house-arrest for a crime which you did not commit, or be put straight onto Death Row with only a 20% chance of remission?
If you are 40 or under, ask yourself this. Would you rather have one last full-blown Christmas with all your family, or look forward to a few more in the future with parents and grandparents by staying quiet in 2020?
I am blocking the chimney this year.
Sunday, 22 November 2020
One hot day she sees me caught in town traffic with my young girlfriend at my side in the open-top supercar, and black hair dye is running down my face onto my crisp, clean, white shirt.
Saturday, 21 November 2020
Thursday, 19 November 2020
In a few years, we will catch a whiff of alcohol hand-cleanser and be instantly transported back to 2020, when all this insanity will seem like a strange dream.
We will have to explain to our grand children that Donald Trump really did exist, and they will scarcely believe us. Georgio de Chirico paintings will be used by schools to give children some idea of what streets were like back in the summer of 2020. B.C. will change its meaning in history lessons.
If there is one thing that lockdown has taught us, it is that mental illness is rife and widespread, and it is always just below the surface. An indication of just how easy it is for most of us to lose our reason was the mass outbreak of toilet roll hoarding. Did they really buy thousands of extra toilet rolls in 2020 Grandpa? Yes, I am afraid they did.
Did they really believe that Hillary Clinton was running a Democrat paedophile ring from her office in the USA? Yes, I am afraid they did. And did they really believe that Covid 19 was a government hoax used as an excuse to keep the population under control? Once again, I am afraid they did.
That is insane.
Monday, 16 November 2020
I discovered a Medlar tree in a park close to us yesterday, so I picked up these windfalls. I intended to make a filling with them for pie tonight but they are still too hard even for that. I am going to follow Rachel's example and wait for them to get bletted over time - however long that takes.
I listened to some WW2 memories about Coventry tonight, and remembered how long my parent's generation waited for things to turn back to a normality - six horrible years. That puts out little trials and tests into perspective, especially since we have no bombs dropping on us to destroy our homes, towns and lives.
We are, in the larger scheme of things, so fortunate.