Three hours on zoom and messenger
And I’m back to some sort of supported normality
My friends ........the gold bars of covid
Typical Lockdown Day
“Oh Darling John, I am now invigorated for the day!”
Chic Eleanor was on good form this morning.
We met in McDonald’s car park and drank our coffee in our respective cars
No pashmina but in place was looped a long dark green woollen scarf.
Her hair looked glorious
Later Ive seen The German Lady and The Uber Couple out on my walk and said hello to all
At home I’ve made vegetable soup spiced up with horseradish
And I’ve lit the fire early, it’s cold and wet and miserable
I will go to zoom choir tonight, I haven’t been for over a month
I’m a bit lonely today
It’s a Sin
It’s a sin
The reality of this 1980 s based Russell T Davis tv Drama set in the gay world during the aids crisis wasn’t part of my world and indeed of my history but boy is it a powerfully emotional glimpse into a piece of history where a whole generation of men were failed
A wonderfully evocative, moving and important piece of filmmaking
I sort of recognised myself in the characters but boy did I recognise Nu
Rubber Chicken Abuse
Somehow Mary has gotten hold of Winnie’s rubber chicken
For the last 65 minutes she has been attempting to kill it in the East Wing upstairs
The calm of the evening is lost forever
Negativity
I love this photograph
The character in the blue could be anything...it could be covid, a toxic relationship or just life at its very worst, but we have all, at one time or another, felt it’s pull and experienced it’s draining feeling.
“ She could suck the lifeblood from out of a lemon” was a saying my mother would employ about a negative and chronically pessimistic friend oblivious that she would act the same with confines of her own family
What do you think of when you look at the photograph
Answers on a postcard please
Bloody Hell
Night shift, so it’s sleep all day.
Everything goes tits up in that 45 minutes in between waking and leaving for work.
Dorothy had projectile vomit all over the bedroom and landing ( probably due to a large piece of her leash that she had managed to chew off and SWALLOW )
I found the offending article amid a pile of steaming stomach contents lying at an astonished Albert’s feet in the east wing.
Another job for the carpet cleaner on my days off, I told myself
The vomiting thing made me late, so I just managed to grab my uniform and a pre made salmon salad from the fridge before emptying the post box and setting off for work.
I wish I hadn’t collected the post for in it were two ...yes TWO ! speeding fine documents
Apparently on one of the few day off I had, when I ventured to the supermarket I had been clocked doing 35 miles an hour in a 30 zone TWICE !!!!
Once on the way to the supermarket and the other on the way back twenty minutes later.
Now before Miss Angry from Tumbridge Wells Leaves a snotty comment, I KNOW, I am to blame, but I do think it is a bit rich, certainly given the area I was caught in.....
Hitchcock, Wind and A Night Train To Venice
I’ve missed last Big Gay Quiz because of work but I shall return to the zoom session next week.
Last night I did some research in the quiet corners of the shift and took a leaf out Rachel’s book and booked myself some online study lectures from London’s City Literary Institute
And so over the next few weeks I shall be looking at the Spy Thrillers of Alfred Hitchcock and how the spy genre responded to changing political and cultural contexts as well as exploring The Wind In Film ( which strangely speaks for itself)
I’m a bit tired of tv box sets and crap tv.
Anyhow all is now booked and debit card has been emptied yet again.
I’m also looking to book the night train from Paris to Venice for later in the year.....I’ll tick that fantasy of sleeping on a train very soon.......
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