And Then, More Restrictions...

   ...coming to your home town soon. Hay! You! Get back in your allotted living area, okay? Just stay there and wait for your weekly delivery of insect based meals... Good video under this blue bit.
   Why don’t they get serious and just ban all forms of transport from moving on Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays of every week? That’s a joke by-the-by and not a suggestion to be taken onboard by any ‘important’ folk who may blunder through this mirror of fogginess.
  Revolution beckons does it not.
   It’s getting close to my little nest of vipers and I to seriously consider, again, returning to the home we still have in a land far, far, far away. No, it’s not Botany Bay but the below song’s a good ‘un and fits with the mood of, I’m sure, many folk. And many more as the days roll by.
”I’ll stay no more on England’s shore,
To hear the music play...”

    As for the so called festive season, try the number below by way of a change from the conventional deck the halls with environmentally friendly prickly sustainable stuff sort of songs.

   Oh, and before I finish, did you see these figures wot I bumped into a short while ago where, I remember not? Obviously just tinfoil hat nuttery, right?
In 2018 two point nine million people died from flue and pneumonia.
In 2020 there was a ninety-eight percent drop in flue cases but in the same year two point eight million people died of Covid.
Strange eh?   

Quote;  T.H. White.

“Everything not forbidden is compulsory.”

And Then A Pointless Tip...

   A pointless tip as it’s easy to figure out in these times of strikes and, primarily, should you need to get to a hospital with the present state of the vanbulance ‘service’ and media horror stories relating to said ‘service’. If you feely it wouldn’t work, below is how it worked out for me. Please note, situations may differ...
   Anyhoo, here it be and I’m relating to my tick-a-tack of March 2019.
   I’d been feeling down for a couple of days owing to it becoming ever harder to get air into my lungs. Finally, of a Sunday morning I found a walk-in surgery, was prescribed pills with the advice that, come evening with no improvement, I should get my ass down to A & E. Evening dually arrived with no improvement so I readied myself for a trip to hospital.
   How to get there? I’d convinced my little nest of vipers not to come along so drive? No problem but for sure parking would take a week. Call a vanbulance? I’m not immobile so I called a taxi stating my destination and explaining for what.
   Five minutes and the cab was here. I told the driver, not English born, where I wanted to go and why. Guess wot? He flipped on his hazard lights and took off And I mean took off – a true fast black.
   We arrived, he told me to go in that door, turn right and A & E was straight in front. He further asked if I needed help getting there. I said I thought I’d be okay, thanked him for his kind offer, tipped him generously and went in.
   The rest, as they say, is history. Checked blood pressure, told me they’d be keeping me in and I was loaded into a wheelchair to be taken to the emergency ward.
   Climbing into the wheelchair was my last memory before, waking in a bed, much later, covered in sensors with my little nest of vipers sitting by the bed. Wot happened in between, I have no idea. However, I still see the taxi and its driver as, quite possibly, my initial saviour.
   All that reminded me of wot’s probably the first fun thingy I ever ran into online close to the birth of the Wibbly Wobbly Web.
Timidadians Caution: Jolly naughty words used.
Caution Two: The above ride relates to me and should NOT be taken as instructions, okay?

Quote;  Mickey Mantle.

“If I knew I was going to live this long, I’d have taken better care of myself.”

And Then, An Interview...

   Nothing for you today other than that scary jabber movie. Yeah, I know you’ve seen it but just in case... Possibly avoid watching dependant on the number of the experimental chemi cocktail doses you’ve been persuaded to have. Just a bunch of tinfoil conspiracy nuttery anyway, right? Well? Right? And the media are still wanting us to get pumped up? How many interconnected, differing dimensions has this little planet got then?
   And after that? Light relief with another very, very old smile. It’s a bummer out there but be cheerful, strive to be happy. That is all.

The doggies held a meeting,
They came from near and far,
Some came by motor cycle,
And some by motor car.
Each doggie passed the doorway,
Each doggie signed the book,
Each unshipped his asshole
And hung it on a hook.

One dog was not invited, It sorely raised his ire.
He ran into the meeting hall
And loudly shouted, "Fire!"
It threw them in confusion
And without a second look
Each grabbed another's asshole
From off another hook.

And that's the reason why sir,
When walking down the street,
And that's the reason why sir,
When doggies chance to meet,
And that's the reason why sir,
On land, aboard or home,
They'll sniff each other's backside,
To see if it's their own.

Quote;  ??

“Handle every stressful situation like a dog. If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.”