Friday

January 8th

(warning the following entries contain strong language...that some readers might find upsetting!)

January the 8th already and again....

And this year round I am spending "se woerst monts of se woerst year" in London-Lockdown.

OK City-Lockdown versus Countryside?

Remember Dylan Moran saying the best thing to being in the city is THE CONVERSATION and THE COFFEE.

That was years ago in one of those hilarious stand up shows.... was it Earls Court?

Cant remember feels now more like decades anyway....

Because honestly...CONVERSATION has gone straightly downhill around here recently...

Thanks god my coffees are amongst the best anywhere anyway, so I do not exactly have to go out for them at all.

Power-ploughed versus crowd-crushed/crunched or horse-humped versus flock-fucked!!???

Somehow never really felt much for being herd based and/or horde raised and ....no...I am not talking about the sexy bit that I sooooo obviously seemed to have forgotten about!!!

For the rest not much going on at all.

Feel like my metabolism is at an all time low and so is my balance.

Good to know that according to Indeed this is the time of year "when opportunities peak (not peek)"

Pretty sure they must be the only ones of that conviction (ah right and Doris of course... how could I forget).

Still keeping busy with endless so far rather futile job searches.

And try to fit in some equally futile fun-walks to keep my belly muscles occupied...Can't move properly ...simply wearing so much protective gear....it has gone so icy on top of everything else that I feel Covid might be wasted on me because the cold (common) seems to have finished me beforehand... feeling arthritesized in every way.

So just don't say it... better even to avoid conversation at all.

Meaning : USE YOUR TALENTS

Even the fortune cookies are not what they used to be....

They have dropped the English version.

Not exactly sure if that is not the 1st sign of Brexit materialised.

And if one of them (my talents) is: Survive and thrive...

The question: "What do I, Hitler and George Clooney have in common...?" answers itself.

9 LIVES OF A CAT

Unfortunately I lost the count along the way...so I am not exactly sure how many I still have left at this point... Somewhere around 5 I guess... (really.... maths has never been my forte!).

So I better find something to do I really enjoy or this is going to be a hell of a long time to get through.

Saturday

January 30th

And yes I do think that some of my abilities could come in handy somehow around this point of the story.... and maybe I can indeed put them to good use.

So I keep applying and trying .....

Simply not mention that they are seriously outdated and people have come up with quite some evolutionary new techniques since.

I can not exactly pinpoint the time and period but it must have been sometime before Velcro!!??.... and all those juice-joint-jobs!!!!

Fuck Donkey D(eals).!!