• I wonder when charity shops are going to reopen? Contributing to the ghost town vibe as they occupy half the retail space in suburban Britain. Soon be mounds of abandoned cases of contaminated clobber cluttering the aisles. Trying to envisage those masked and distanced clearance collections of mothballed coats from cobwebbed cupboards down deceased estates. With the re-emergence of hordes of hoarders – rummaging through your grandma’s baggage – trying-on tweeds in the changing-room mirrors – exposed to every virus unhung. All to jack up the Gift Aid rating.
 • Spectating the football. Sees two distinctive players’ ethics: one got the hair all tight tickle trimmed; highlights, point cuts, wedges, blunts with with licensed logo hair-tattoos; lawyers ready with copyright summons; Do you know who I am? the others woolly, battened dog down; scarecrow scruffy; Rasta roguish; bald patches shining through mostly thin; for specific solidarity with housebound heroes. We know which ONE we think is cool.
 • Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? Wouldn’t want to have a roadside heart attack nowadays. And what about training – on the same doomed dummy – as Kotare Troop Titirangi Senior Scouts would do – with Skip Blank and Kea Martinson barking orders – were the days.
 • A finer point. As Covid-19 avoidance procedures have rank ritualised our daily dues – like monks or nuns or walled-in hermits. Wearing or wielding fetishized mascots; iconized vestments; gowns and girdles; Methodist veiling; article contents – blessed by the purest pi profiteers. Listen to the SCIENCE! Is their minding motto. Transfer your faith, blind or blatant, to our pharmaceutical multinationals. Follow those formal routine observances – stations of the cross – how many Hail Marys keep the Devil at bay? Holy Inquisitions bringing counter-reformations; heretical riots; curfews, embargoes; tribunal witch-hunts. It’s like we’ve entered another dimension… from 1347…
 • I’ve watched so many movies lately I feel as if I’m living inside of one? And it’s not a Hollywood mega blockbuster…
 • People are becoming less self-aware as lockdown lingers – caused by a lack of eyeball contact, no facial interaction? As inhibitions fade we gain in gall and gumption – like living in a world where everyone is constantly smoking crack! One of my rabbit hole expeditions concerned child psychology – it's in the book. Where Vygotsky and Piaget discuss AUTISM – and not your modern 'handicap' version – the original usage; etymologically correct, of social self-centeredness – is normal in children, and often essential for their survival but when seen in adults has an ugly edge. To fuel an epidemic of egoistic blathering as cod commentators stare into their iPads; discussing their colons and dogs' latest diets; promoting some service as cocktail designer, the colour yellow, bamboo coffee cups, Finnish nano facemasks for the sauna fit… with bugged eyed, concave, intense expressions… learned off Pornhub… whatever that is?
 • ‘KEEP BREATHING’ as a petty putdown when responding to the question, ‘Have you any advice for your fans out there?’ Should be predicated now with, ‘BUT NOT NEAR ME!’
 • Newly activists online slagging unscrupulous authorities who are using Corona as excuse for infringing our private lives; undermining hard-won civil liberties; ready recording every move we make? Who NEED TO NOTE; a cold-set cornerstone of capitalist democracy involves pretending to foster freedom – they don’t want anyone asking questions, especially your random rational soul – it’s better to secretly control your masses than blatantly suppress them. I see no conspiracy – this Covid epidemic is getting in the way – of blaming demoralised unwitting workers for impoverishing themselves; those fucking losers, should get back out to work! Is what they REALLY want to see. We don’t need watchers watching the watchers…
 • Watched so much television under lockdown I’ve worn the printed symbols off the tuning buttons on my remote control. Which I’ve never done before, in my entire life; and this one’s only six months old.