Day 11
It rained yesterday and I think that’s the first time since we’ve been on any kind of lock down. That’s not important and I can’t conjure up anything symbolic about it. Perhaps it’s significance is in its triviality. There’s some serious crap going down out there and I’m obsessed about something incredibly unremarkable.
The sun is out now, the slightly pink clouds reflecting what time of day it is. The birds are singing as well they might — this isn’t affecting them (though I believe in London they’ve stopped coughing between choruses) yes that’s where I should be going — humour.
What do you get when you cross Boris Johnson with James Dyson? A government that sucks.
That reminds me of watching Peter Kay on YouTube, in bed, last night:
Knock knock
- Who’s there
Biggish
- Big Issue
Not today thanks
Here’s one of my own:
Question: what do you call a government minister who tells you the respirators are coming?
Answer: Out.
That’s a kind of funeral director joke. Apparently they have a cracking sense of humour which is understandable (funeral directors, not ministers). As you can gather, I’m feeling a bit brain dead so I’m getting my…
