or what the devil do we do next? I’ve been keeping an eye out for places to squirrel away my surplus funds now that I can’t get out to waste them on fripperies in the shops and eateries. I can’t even get myself offshore, let alone deposit any surplus cash there. Just joking! The chance … Continue reading A Profit in My Own Land
Apologies to Bruce Springsteen and to Mary, Queen of Arkansas This line, the original being No, you're not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising, has been one that has stuck with me for years. It and its variants, have sprung, unbidden, into my head at all sorts of times, including in an … Continue reading ♫ No, you’re not too late to isolate, the natives are just dying♫
Journal into the Unknown...(8) I have dropped into a fairly healthy habit of early rising and getting out onto the byways around my neck of the woods before most of my neighbours get out of bed in the mornings. This is the time that I choose to exercise my right to exercise. It also means … Continue reading Even the sheep are in Flockdown
Journal into the unknown...(7) Don't fence me in... It is certainly reasonable to argue that the UK Virus episode started with a belated recognition that we were to be swept up in a Pandemic, which has rapidly progressed to a state, best described as Pandemonic. That is from a state where the virus was prevalent … Continue reading I gotta get outta this place, if it’s the last thing I ever do!
Laurie Anderson once spoke about language being a virus from outer space, but I don't think even she was fluent in Covid. Big Science, and let's face it, these days Epidemiology is THE Big Science, is revelling in its new found spotlight. You have to admire the gusto with which its exponents polish up old … Continue reading Language is just a virus – and there is a new wave of “Emics” on the way!
George Orwell, now that's one Blair I do have time for! Who would have thought that having free time would be such a problem? It has made me think quite a lot about Orwell's take on the world and I am struck with the way day-to-day priorities change with circumstances. No through road to Wigan … Continue reading Journal into the unknown continues… Homage to Catatonia
Or, Look over there it's a Unicorn sitting on a Rainbow! When I was young it struck me that I was quite often chastised for emulating something that some adult or other had done or said. Now, being what was to be later called a bit of a Bolshie, I expressed my concerns about how … Continue reading Never mind the quality, feel the width!
Or Journal into the unknown (7) Monday March 30th 2020 Yes, I'm still here. I've not succumbed yet. I've been celebrating my 73rd birthday and my wife and I have been looking back at our 31 years of married life together. Not quite in the way we had planned - hot air balloon ride, boutique … Continue reading Pots, kettles and grimy arses!
Friday 20th March Perchance to dream - that would be nice! I had a really bad night last night. I couldn't sleep and when I did drop off it was only for an hour or so. I can cope and I often function on less than three hours sleep, but I'm sure it is not … Continue reading Journal into the unknown…(6)
Thursday 19th March A mixed sort of day really: My youngest daughter's partner sent me a couple of cheery links about not spreading the dreaded virus following admonitions the night before, when they heard that we were thinking of going to a supermarket. One was the video showing a line of matches catching light one … Continue reading Journal into the Unknown…(5)