yesterday the sun shone and horsemouth toasted in the back garden. the kids up the road sing daisy, daisy (give me your answer do) he's been avoiding the front. with the 'end' of the pandemic the old paranoias have strangely returned. I'm half crazy all for the love of you... sadly they didn't know any more of the lyrics.
a friend mentioned joni mitchell's blue this morning and as a result he has skate away rolling round his head.
yesterday he began reading zinovy zinek's one way ticket (he's had it for years but has never opened it). communism is falling, people of jewish descent can leave russia and a wave of exile begins (to england, to germany, to israel). you can leave but you can't go back. and then you may want to leave but what about your wife, and if you leave and she doesn't leave with you. then what? endless letters back and fore. guilt, lots of big fat chewy guilt.
horsemouth is writing this in a hurry before he goes to a babysitting gig. he's just doing a handover today.
so the corona virus epidemic is over?
asked if the third wave had begun, gupta replied: “yes.” how would he know? prof ravi gupta is a member of the new and emerging respiratory virus threats advisory group (nervtag).
what it will look like now that all the oldsters have been jabbed is another matter.
ok. time to rock and roll.
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