And Then, Wot’s In A Name...

   Well, so, muzzle-up me hearties, here comes the mostest, worstest , chemi cocktail evading variant - until next time. And the name of this horror? Omicron. And it hasn’t gone unnoticed that an anagram of that is moronic. Think about that. Works both ways but I favour the second.
   Firstly, was the name chosen to describe the ‘moronic measures’ those up there would announce to combat another sniffle variant? Secondly, was it chosen to describe us down here and ‘our’ moronic acceptance of all they choose to throw at us. I favour option two. Nothing from up there is coincidental.
   Anyhoo, it’s a cold Sunday so let’s smile a while. Yup, smile while we can as no ban on that yet. Other than hiding one behind a muzzle that is. No ban yet, but who knows; next variant spread by the simple process of laughing and smiling? Please don’t laugh. Rule nothing out as being, like, a moronic idea as per below.
   Right on queue, some place in Australia{?} is now only allowing cats out when on a lead. They obviously don’t know much about cats. May I suggest they listen to these guys below and have a rethink;

         

Addendumadodad: I see Savage Jab-it has confirmed that this variant will only attack those unmuzzled in shops and on public transport – but not until next week - and knows better than to even think about having a go at free faced folk in pubs this time. I’m tempted to consider option one above.

Quote;  Robin Hobb.

“When you cut pieces out of the truth to avoid looking like a fool, you end up sounding like a moron instead.”

And Then, yet Another Incoming...

   Well, so, over the past several days poor old co-co has slipped down the strike fear into the population league. Wot can we do to preserve all those experts lucrative TV appearances?  Something none of us could’ve predicted, yeah right, the co-co Xmas-Xmess, chemi cocktail avoiding variant. You could’ve knocked me down with a blunt syringe...
   I have to say I was a tad disappointed with that new GBNews channel but at least they had the courage to air this interview you can watch via this link.
   Just something to consider before bowing to the pressure being applied from all quarters. The list of possible things that could lead to a tick-a-tack is quite lengthy so why one would purposely add another to the list in the hope of not getting something else that has a wot, is it a ninety percent plus recovery record, beats me.
   Never mind, here’s to a long life y’all;
        
   And wot’s causing all these footy players and other sporting folk, the fittest of the fit, to suddenly fall-over clutching their chests recently then? have they had the clot-shot? Silence.
   Regards the GBNews interview above, I do hope that fellow got home safely...

Quote;  Jules Verne.

“It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning... and let anything better come as a surprise.”

And Then, A Restart...

   A little bit after a while ago I was contacted by a relative asking if I had any family history information to share to help with adding a little meat to her tree. Although I haven’t done any family history research for more years than I have fingers and toes, I do have all documents and photographs obtained back when. These I sent off to my cousin. A long lost I may add.
   Anyhoo, going through all that old stuff rekindled my interest so I decided to set to and decided to start by the simple expedient of exploring my own past. I’m delighted to report that, with a reasonable level of accuracy considering the little information available to me, I’ve managed to trace myself all the way back to a week last Wednesday. Only kidding; back to a week last Thursday.
   In other ‘news’ I see there’s only the loss of life in the ultra dangerous, apparently, channel being ‘reported’ it seems. Dangerous crossing? Hell, folk swim it for fun do they not?
   Wot else? Oh, co-co. Please check this Twatter link out, found on Going Postal, and you have to wonder when we’ll see this fellows like over here and, more importantly, reported upon by our MSM.

Quote;  Ambrose Bierce.

Genealogy: An account of one’s descent from an ancestor who did not particularly care to trace his own.