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Cancun Trip

if at first you don’t succeed, try something else

gently relaxing 

You may be aware that here in England we’re suffering from 28 days of very strict coronavirus lockdown, which comes to an end on December 2nd.  Except that’s not the end of it ~ when this period of miserable self-isolation ends we will be entering an indeterminate period of lockdown by tiers.  Wouldn’t you know it, the whole of the North East of England is in the strictest tier 3, which is almost as bad as the bloody terrible state we are already suffering.

Of course the whole country is in an uproar, and I do not blame anyone for complaining in the bitterest terms.  Prime Minister Boris Johnson won’t be able to get elected as a dog-catcher after this.  And as for the sanctimonious twerp of a Health Secretary Matt Hancock ~ as his name says what a wanker.

Except, I’ve found an escape clause.  There is nothing to stop me from going to an airport as long as I don’t stay overnight, and there’s nothing to stop me from boarding an aeroplane.

So, at 11:15 on Sunday December 6th I’m flying to Cancun, to stay in the utterly fantastic fabulously expensive, all inclusive, Royalton Suites Resort and Spa.  How cool is that?  Two weeks in the sun instead of two weeks of miserable lockdown in the cold, grey North of England.

Any volunteers to be a travelling companion can apply in the comments section.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

it’s tough at the top

Scenes on Sunday ~ Road Trip

keep cool ~ drive a Mustang convertible

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

California, a Mustang

and the girl riding shotgun

it doesn’t get any better than that

Scenes on Sunday ~ Bear

you don’t always want to be around Big Bear

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Big Bear Boulevard

and a little bear

Living In A Police State

remember, remember the fifth of November

treason and gunpowder plot

about the only future we have to look forward to

Once again lives are being ruined in this Sceptered Isle as Boris Johnson’s catastrophically inept government imposes yet another 4 weeks of strict lockdown on the whole country.  It could be that this is the most unpopular government since that of King James 1st ~ and coincidentally today is the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot, when a cadre of disaffected men were going to blow up the Houses of Parliament, the  government, and the king.  November 5th, 1605 could offer some lessons to all good Englishmen and true ~ for it is surely time we rid ourselves of Boris and his power-mad advisors; Patrick Vallance, Chris Whitty, and the disgraced Dominic Cummings.  (Who could ever respect a nerd called Dominic?)

It’s now very clear that Boris is incapable of running a PTA meeting, but that’s OK because our Prime Minister has given up all pretence of running the country.  England is now being run by a shadowy politburo of unelected officials called SAGE, (Scientific Advisory Group for Emergencies).  Having politicians run things is bad, having scientists in charge is infinitely worse.

Because of their blinkered conviction that they are right ~ a conviction that will brook no argument ~ millions have had their lives ruined, lost their jobs, gone broke, suffered tragedies, and been arrested by the heavy handed police, who too are enjoying their new-found power to interfere with people’s lives.

My personal pain isn’t so bad.  I will suffer 28 days of solitary confinement.  A very important trip I had booked to Cancun will probably be cancelled.  And, I will go slowly crazy.

There is no future to look forward to, this is not our finest hour.

This is not how England is supposed to be.

It’s time this government went.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Guido Fawkes

November 5th is called Guy Fawkes night

Travelling Companion

a mind that encompasses new experiences can know the universe

Einstein could be enigmatic.  And it’s not Barbados.

Cancun if you want to know.  Barbados is shut.

Travel broadens the mind.

Now I need a girl.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk,net

or a woman

Air Travel

flying anywhere is mostly sitting around and waiting

waiting at John Wayne, what a great name for an airport

Given that I have an hotel booked in Cancún it seems like a good idea that I arrange to get there.  It’s a series of flights and layovers that make up to a long journey.  Newcastle to London Heathrow, to Chicago O’Hare to Cancún International.  Even British Airways and American Airlines can’t get me there the same day I leave here.  Another hit on the credit card that gives me the most points.  And the only number I need is the booking reference NO**QB

Sadly there is no way I can get there via John Wayne.

Now all I have to work out is how not to be spending a couple of weeks alone in a fabulous resort hotel.

I am open to suggestions.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

a nice place to relax

Vacations During Lockdown

a vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in

I am not doing this on vacation

You know that the quotation at the top of the page is not at all true.  Plenty of us have been trapped in the prison of our own homes during this coronavirus crisis, with nothing to do and weeks to do it in, and it’s so stultifying that it drives people crazy.  A good vacation should include lots of interesting things to do, like hanging out by the pool with a very good friend, doing nothing much else except read and sunbathe.  Sightseeing, long walks, swimming, good food, and looking around the tourist stores are also cool things to do on vacation.

There are some things just too energetic for my ideal vacation and I include; skiing, water skiing, parasailing, sailing, cycling, and horseback riding.  But if any of those float your boat then go for it with gusto.

Sadly, right now our stupid politicians, government bureaucrats, and health officials have made such a mess of things that half the civilised world is under lockdown, which means that we are not supposed to engage in anything other than essential travel, whatever that’s supposed to mean.  Not only that but half the places you might want to go to are shut.  Here in the UK, both Wales and Scotland are effectively closed for business ~ although what Englishman in their right mind would want to take a vacation in either?

More pertinent I have a close friend in the USA, and I am not allowed to go and visit her because of American lockdown and quarantine regulations.  And then there are a whole lot of other great tourist destinations that are more or less closed for business, and I include nearby countries like Italy, Greece, Spain, and Portugal.

It’s worse than that, because if I go almost anywhere I have to self-isolate for 14 days when I get back to England.  Add to that a whole lot of compulsory tests to make damn sure I’m not carrying the virus, and the compulsory wearing of face masks in airports and on flights, and travel becomes a chore.  You’d think the idiots supposedly in charge of this mess don’t want us hoi polloi to have any fun at all.  (Well, extramarital sex is now illegal here.)

You know what?  I’m heading off to the sunshine, as far as I am concerned a holiday away from all this doom and gloom counts as essential travel.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

that’s more like it

Monochrome Monday ~ Wilderness

the wilderness is a necessity for the human spirit

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

sometimes when you lose your way

you find your true self

Scenes on Sunday ~ the Sea and the Sun

our lives are painted in colours borrowed from the sea

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

early dawn over the North Sea

 

 

Songs on Saturday ~ Harry Chapin

you’ve never seen dark until you’ve seen dark in a coal mine

I come from a blue-collar, coal-mining, working-class background.  My father worked down the pit.  When I was old enough I got just as far away from that as I possibly could, and I never wanted to go back there.  Hence, apart from this song I never wanted to go to Scranton Pennsylvania, the centre of what was an anthracite mining area.  I think this is funny.

Scranton is on my bucket list ~ now that all the coal mines are closed.  I suppose it doesn’t stink of mashed bananas any more.

Please listen with a GSOH.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

quite the old truck wreck

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