the end of civilisation as we know it?
Here in England it’s the 300th day of lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. The economy has tanked, officially there are 1.9 million unemployed, and about 5.5 million are on unproductive furlough. About half the UK workforce, some 14 million people, are ‘working from home’. You can’t get a non-coronavirus doctor’s appointment for love nor money, some 4.6 million people are waiting for ‘non-emergency’ surgical procedures, 600,000 cervical smears have been cancelled, and our National Health Service is said to be close to meltdown.
I have no faith in any of these numbers, just as I have no faith in the ability of the British Government to act sensibly in the face of the ‘COVID-19 pandemic’.
If you’re interested, I’ve been feeling like crap for weeks.
Mind how you go.
immunisation, the great hope for freedom?
’tis the season of peace on Earth and goodwill to all men
not any more it isn’t
Do you remember Christmases past? The happy anticipation of family visits. The simple pleasure of meeting a few friends in your favourite pub. You can forget all that. Anyone who has any fun this year is going against official government guidelines.
Still, this isn’t a negative song at all.
If you take the lyrics in a Christmas Spirit.
nobody is going anywhere this Christmas
in England it’s always winter now, but never Christmas
Christmas is a special day of meaning and traditions
spent in the warm circle of family and friends
unless you’re a Londoner in lockdown
and, one by one, all our freedoms were taken away
whatever draconian laws governments pass
the virus will always have the last word
The singing of Christmas carols is verboten
and all the churches are closed
have yourself a merry little Christmas
and I do mean little
silent nights have come to stay
and on Christmas Eve, the clock struck thirteen
no Christmas please, we’re British
Here in England the government has become infested with a militant scrooge mentality, with a lot of the grinch thrown in. Eighteen million people in London and the South East are now forbidden to see anyone outside of their own households ~ no family Christmas for them.
In London and the South East of England; travel is not allowed, pubs, bars, restaurants, shops, and churches are closed, Christmas fun is forbidden.
Obviously face masks and all the previous lockdowns haven’t worked.
Look forward to a very Merry Christmas Everyone.
Unless you’re English ~ ashes are our lot.
It’ll be lonely this Christmas.
Christmas? Bah Humbug
the Ghost of Christmas Present haunts the land
The British Government is tying itself in knots over what to do about their conflicting views on the coronavirus and Christmas. On the one hand are the doom and gloom merchants who would prefer that Christmas was cancelled this year, or moved to midsummer day, or just done away with altogether. Chief of these Scrooges is an unattractive drone called Chris Whitty, who has this witty catchphrase for his idea of a proper Christmas; ‘keep it small, keep it short, keep it local…..’ What a charmless, overpaid wazzock that person is.
People of his ilk have obviously got to Prime Minister Boris Johnson, because his latest soundbite is; ‘Have yourself a merry little Christmas. And this year sadly I do mean little…..’ At least he has promised that he would not be cancelling Christmas. Whereas in the People’s Democratic Government of Wales, anyone having a good time will most likely get arrested.
Actually, it doesn’t matter what anyone in the government says because a hell of a lot of people will just ignore the official ‘advice’ and get on with their own Christmas as best they can.
Unfortunately my Christmas plans have been totally canned, since British Airways stopped me from going to Cancun. I’ll be alone again over the holidays.
I hope nobody gives an order to stop Christmas shooting down Santa
your intellect may be confused, but your emotions never lie
some things are guaranteed to get you into deep shit
Rather a lot has happened this year. Beginning on my birthday the whole of England was condemned to various degrees of house arrest. We are now in Lockdown Day 256, almost nine months that the whole country has been in suspended animation. Probably for no good reason whatsoever the government has spent £394 billion of our money trying to stop a non-existent pandemic of the COVID-19 virus.
Nobody has been allowed to visit with anybody, and heaven forefend that you might want to make out with somebody you don’t live with 24/7. Here in England sex is just about forbidden ~ unless you are a member of the government that is.
We are not allowed to go anywhere, especially we English are not allowed to enter The Peoples Democratic Republic of Wales. Scotland is out of bounds for us Sassenachs too, but who in their right mind want to have anything to do with a country run by the wee ginger krankie? The Scots must be totally confused as they try to convince their heads of things their hearts know is a bunch of lies.
The police here have turned themselves into a cross between the East German Stasi and the Gestapo. Having a dozen of the boys in blue band together to arrest an innocent elderly lady for standing by the Houses of Parliament’s railings must be such fun for them. Mind you, they all acted like craven cowards when confronted with BLM protesters. Of all the crazy police forces in England the North Yorkshire Police have gone the furthest in coronavirus insanity. They are using automated licence plate recognition systems to identify and stop people from tier 3 areas entering their tier 2 Garden of Eden.
Every single politician and government official has shown themselves up for the ignorant buffoons they are. Gavin Williamson, England’s minister for education is the latest idiot, he managed to insult the whole world in a radio interview he gave about our early roll-out of Pfizer’s coronavirus vaccine. BTW, that stuff is mostly untested, and nobody has a
fucking clue about the long-term effects of this jab. You’d have to be crazy to have it. After you Boris.
And Boris Johnson, our ineffectual Prime Minister, has lost the plot. He is so in thrall to his current squeeze Ms Carrie Symonds that his government is set to adopt all of her mad ocean conservation, save the planet, green eco-warrior ideas. For example, all petrol, diesel, and hybrid cars and vans will be totally banned here from 2030. Really? How’s that going to work?
Meanwhile all pubs, clubs, bars, restaurants, are shut, by order.
You couldn’t make it up.
Boris and Carrie
the odd couple