The Corona Diaries – Day 74

This is beginning to get tedious. Two thousand and four new cases in the UK today. That does not sound very many spread over the whole of the UK. I wonder how many are skulking in my area?

Of course, one has to remember that firstly these are only the reported cases, the real number might be a lot higher, and secondly that there is up to two weeks gestation period – so an unknown number of people may be asymptomatic and spreading it.

Even so, I am wondering if the risk isn’t small enough to warrant meeting up with family and grandchildren and friends – at least outside??

It would seem to me that it is the loonies who are meeting up in big groups who are the ones most at risk – but then there is rarely any justice, is there?

Meanwhile the States is chugging along at 16,700 new cases with States opening up. Are they heading for a big second wave in a week or two? There seem to be a lot of people disregarding all precautions and social distancing.

Cummings, who has made a lot of enemies, including half the British population who despise his lies over Brexit, is still hanging on despite his ludicrous, risible justification for his illegal flaunting of the regulations he brought in. He needs to resign. On the other hand he is clearly demonstrating the arrogance of the Tories, their elitism and the way they take the electorate for fools – perhaps it will wake a lot of people up?

Certainly the ineptitude and complacency is apparent for all to see! Hang in there Dominic. You’re doing a great job of showing the Tories up for the privileged arrogant twerps they really are.

“Should have gone to Barnard Castle instead of Specsavers.”

Apparently Dominic Cummings is a very slow driver. He drove 260 miles and it took the contagious.

Hearing rumours that Dominic Cummings only travelled to see family in Durham because he’d been rejected by his family in Oxford and Cambridge

I’m not allowed to see my mum so I’m going to visit Dominic Cummings parents in Durham instead.
Apparently that’s fine.

Dominic Cummings blags his way on to a lifeboat ‘I have a child.’

The jokes go on – but behind them is real loathing of the arrogant creep and his hypocrisy and lying. I wrote to my MP on the basis that if they get enough mail they have to take action!!

The real reason why he can’t be sacked is that Johnson is too lazy to do the work himself – without Cummings he’d sink.

So anyway, I cheered myself up today by playing the Fugs – Wide Wide River. It seemed appropriate.

It was a great day so I walked up to the top of my hill as my daily exercise. This Spring goes on and on giving warmth and sunshine.

Then I edited another chapter of the Roy Harper book. All going well.

Hopefully I have sorted out the problems on my two new Sci-fi novels – Green and Star. We’ll see. They should be available soon!!

Thus endeth another day! Stay Safe everyone.

Poetry – Party – John Phillips

The thing I like about a lot of John’s work is the political message with a dollop of humour.



Come to the Christmas party, revel in festive glee;

There’s going to be a disco, everything s for free.

Let’s put aside our differences, together we will stand;

The Captains and the Corporals, and various other ranks.


Let’s put aside our differences, we hear the Captain s cry.

It’s all for one and one for all, we really ought to try.

Yet these are those who cause the rifts; behind their walls they hide,

Their meetings and computers, their fax machines and ties.


These are those who call the shots, These are those who try

To twist the screws for more and more, their aspirations fly.

These are those who suck us dry, who leave us, home to crawl,

Angry, depressed, exhausted and of little use at all.


But sadly its no one way street, we too must share the blame;

With our back-shots, bickering and constant selfish aims.

As each man sings his own, self-song, ours, a sad refrain,

With swaggering, ranting Corporals, each trying to make his name.


We, the men who do the work, we are the men who can;

In unity and truth we stand as tall as any man.

Yet debts and doubts and poverty; commitments and our fears,

Mean we’re just the ladder’s steps to Management careers.


So now it’s time to party, in drunken revelry.

Congratulate each other, with corporate bonhomie.

Maybe a new beginning? Most likely we shall see,

That everything remains the same within our factory.

Poetry – A Populist Leader

A Populist Leader


What I want is a populist leader

Like Trump, Johnson and Bolsonaro –

A plucky little bleeder.


A man who will stand up for me

And be down with the people

So that we all agree.


A man who knows everything

Like how to fight a virus

And get the troops to sing.


So give me a populist man,

A man who can pull the wool,

A man with a plan!


Not just an opportunist or a chancer,

A psychopathic narcissist,

But someone with an answer.


What I crave is a real populist,

Not a competent politician;

A charlatan who’s lazy – really hit and miss.


Opher – 23.5.2020

The Beautiful Poetry of Donald Trump

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I never understood wind.
You know, I know
windmills very much.
I have studied it
better than anybody
else. It’s very expensive.
They are made in China
and Germany mostly.
—Very few made here, almost none,
but they are manufactured, tremendous
—if you are into this—
tremendous fumes. Gases are
spewing into the atmosphere. You know
we have a world

So the world
is tiny
compared to the universe.
So tremendous, tremendous
amount of fumes and everything.
You talk about
the carbon footprint
— fumes are spewing into the air.
Right? Spewing.
Whether it’s in China,
Germany, it’s going into the air.
It’s our air
their air
everything — right?

A windmill will kill many bald eagles.
After a certain number
they make you turn the windmill off.
That is true.
—By the way
they make you turn it off.
And yet, if you killed one
they put you in jail.
That is OK.

You want to see a bird graveyard?
You just go.
Take a look.
A bird graveyard.
Go under a windmill someday,
you’ll see
more birds
than you’ve ever seen
in your life.

~ D. Trump

Now that Boris Johnson has made it clear! Got it!

Subject: Got it!

I think I’ve worked it out…

* 4 year olds can go to school but university students who have paid for their tuition and the accommodation that they aren’t living in, can’t go back to university.

* I can go to school with many 4 year olds that I’m not related to but can’t see one 4 year old that I am related to.

* I can sit in a park, but not today or Tuesday but by Wednesday that’ll be fine.

* I can meet one person from another household for a chat or to sunbathe but not two people so if I know two people  from another household I have to pick my favourite. Hopefully, I’m also their favourite person from my household or this could be awkward. But possibly I’m not. In fact, thinking about it, I definitely wouldn’t be. But as I can’t go closer than 2m to the one I choose anyway so you wouldn’t think having the other one sat next to them would matter – unless two people would restrict my eyeline too much and prevent me from being alert.

* I can work all day with my colleagues but I can’t sit in their garden for a chat after work.

* I can now do unlimited exercise when quite frankly just doing an hour a day felt like I was some kind of fitness guru. I can think of lots of things that I would like to be unlimited but exercise definitely isn’t one of them.

* I can drive to other destinations although which destinations is unclear. I was supposed to be in Brighton this weekend. Can I drive there? It’s hundreds of miles away but no one has said that’s wrong.

* The buses are still running past my house but I shouldn’t get on one. We should just let empty buses drive around so bus drivers aren’t doing nothing.

* It will soon be time to quarantine people coming into the country by air… but not yet. It’s too soon. And not ever if you’re coming from France because… well, I don’t do know why, actually. Because the French version of coronavirus wouldn’t come to the UK maybe.

* Our youngest children go back to school first because… they are notoriously good at not touching things they shouldn’t, maintain personal space at all times and never randomly lick you.

* We are somewhere in between 3.5 and 4.5 on a five point scale where 5 is all of the virus and 1 is none of the virus but 2,3 and 4 can be anything you’d like it to be really. Some of the virus? A bit of the virus? Just enough virus to see off those over 70s who were told to self isolate but now we’ve realised that they’ve done that a bit too well  despite us offloading coronavirus patients into care homes and now we are claiming that was never said in the first place, even though it’s in writing in the stay at home guidance.

* The slogan isn’t stay at home any more.So we don’t have to say at home. Except we do. Unless we can’t. In which case we should go out. But there will be fines if we break the rules. So don’t do that.

Don’t forget…

Stay alert… which Robert Jenrick has explained actually means Stay home as much as possible. Obviously.

Control the virus. Well, I can’t even control my dogs and I can actually see them. Plus I know a bit about dogs and very little about controlling viruses.

Save lives. Always preferable to not saving lives, I’d say, so I’ll try my best with that one, although hopefully I don’t need telling to do that. I know I’m bragging now but not NOT saving lives is something I do every day.

So there you are.  If you’re the weirdo wanting unlimited exercise then enjoy. But not until Wednesday. Obviously.

PS When can Year 7 go back to school? Not even asking for a friend!