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I am awake all night with the pain in my liver and the angst in my soul. I had never planned on getting a conscience in retirement and I don’t know which is more uncomfortable. My brother Wiz (so called because he is the brains of the family and was a boy genius) has beenContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 37”

Having driven myself into a blue funk over the soup we find ourselves in, and then trying to drive the demons away with fortified spirits, I found myself confined to the county infirmary while matron and her fellow medicos pumped out my liver. Matron was actually a lovely bloke called Deacon who liked a wagerContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 36”

I largely don’t have a clue what has been happening to me – or anybody else – while I was taking the cure. If anyone knows what I have been doing over the last few weeks please write care of this postbox. But the country – I see from the daily rag – is stillContinue reading “Plague Times Day 15 – Day 35”

Stephen Oliver Bulk is definitely unwell. It took so much Gin to drown the horrors of yesterday’s huddle with my ex-class-mates that my liver has gone on strike. Funny the things that let you down in a crisis…. I shall be away for a well earned break, while I coax my liver back to work.

I’m on a thing called a video conference with my cohorts, Swinefever, Ginger Bork, Astral Martin & Pitt-Quicker … And we all agree things are pretty bleak. Yes there’s the whole people dying thing, but the circle of life and all that, however the economy has tanked and that is bad news for everyone’s finances.Continue reading “Plague Times – Day 13”

On the domestic front Mitzi has taken command of the bunker. I am not sure when I ceded control or if I ever had it in fact. It is my house and my life Mitzi has come to visit, but that doesn’t seem to carry any weight when it comes to making decisions. The spareContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 12”

I wake up this morning in a complete fog and when I find my way out the Media is full of bile and angst. We sons and daughters of Albion are a funny lot. We know we are entitled to be treated and behave better than every other tribe in the World, but when theContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 11”

I am completely foxed by Pomeroy’s finest electric soup and am going to lie down for a rest… As a famous magazine once had it: Jeffery Barnard is Unwell… That goes for me too…

I think Team Bojo is carrying the Churchillian motif a shade too far. We now have a Civil Service mannequin exhumed from a 1940’s Public Service Broadcast on the idiot box, intoning a warning for the great unwashed to keep their distance and obey all the rules. He is apparently the ‘Government Chief Medical Officer’,Continue reading “Plague Times – Day 9”

Mitzi is dressed in what looks like one of Rod Stewart’s old cast off leopard print leotard’s and is jumping up and down and gesticulating in a strange fashion in front of her laptop. I assume at first she is at work on her sex site, but it turns out I am wrong. The fellowContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 8”