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Day 25 - Wed 8th Apr - Islands in the stream

Murder she wrote, social media knob heads and poor builder selection...


So what’s new pussy cat? As Tom Jones famously sang, well the kids starting to get into bickering spats when they head upstairs at 20:00, which gets right on my tit ends as it sounds like a herd of elephants. Think they may be starting to get cabin fever as they no longer have the work from school structuring their days.


It’s strange writing a journal, as every day there is mild apprehension in case writers block worms its way into my head or nothing has happened. I suppose that’s probably normal for most amateur newbies when putting pen to paper or in my case sausage finger to keyboard. Even Jessica Fletcher the murder solving, interfering author from the early 90's probably had her dark moments, actually fuck that she was constantly surrounded by mystery murders so had a constant stream of content and idea’s flowing her way – jammy bitch.



Saville update and the little shit has now claimed the lives of 900 poor souls, sure I bet some of them were c*nts and were due some karma but the majority of the populace are decent nice people, that’s my general belief anyway. Granted I also think the volume of stupid people allowed to roam freely around this planet is outrageous. An often spoken quote I use, and play along at home if you wish, imagine how stupid the average person is that you know. Picture that friend, relative, colleague, acquaintance in your mind’s eye, you know the one who is bang in the middle for brains amongst all of your comrades, the bang average one. Now that you have that image in your head - understand that half of the people on Earth have a lower intellect. As if to prove my point on this topic social media and Twitter in particular have exploded with wild eyed, blood thirsty debates around the topic of Saville.

Boris has improved, allegedly, or that’s what’s being spun by the spin doctors from spanville, the only logical conclusion we can take from this is that he’s clearly heard about the pandemic based theme park so needs to hang around in order gain immortality as part of the Corona Coaster (patent applied for and trademark pending).

Charity confusion

They also announced additional help to support charities, hmmmm, not sure know how I feel about it. Never really agreed with people working at charities receiving large sums of money straight off the bottom line, or that’s how I imagine this all works BUT I can also see the argument that the better employees you have, the better charity you will be therefore more money will be generated to help the cause. So do I agree with it or not, no idea now I’m just mainly confused. Who gives a shit, it doesn’t directly affect me really, and the decision has been made so probably best not waste any grey matter on it.



One thing that I did notice this evening was that, upcoming politician and all round good egg Rishi Sunak, concluded his address with “at the end of the day we depend on each other (uh huh)”. Ok I may have added the “uh huh” in there but I’m sure that was his intent. Although unusual for him to reference Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers classic Islands in the Stream to finish with. (Actually written by the Bee Gees – dull fact right there) If anything this has made him go up even further not only in my estimations but no doubt his stock has increased considerably across the whole nation employing this sign off. I hope, nay I pray, that this becomes a regular feature to his speeches, if it does he’s a slam dunk for next PM.


That is unless he’s caught in some Greenham Common bumming scandal or has been hovering Peruvian up his beak during nights out. I would love it, absolutely love it (Kevin Keegan reference right there) if he concluded tomorrow’s speech with some Bob Marley – “Get up, stand up, don’t give up the fight!” I think I would literally shit my pants, nay, I know I would shit my pants.


Hopefully Rishi continues on his ascent to greatness and doesn’t fall foul of my poor character judgement which has historically been found lacking, like the time Fred West built my extension…


Anyway sorry I couldn’t have written you a shorter entry tonight but the TV is a calling – au revoir mes amis!








 
 
 

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