Dear Reader:

Look at that! It’s more than one year since I wrote anything in this blog. Thirteen months ago, March 30, 2020. Did I miss something?

No, seriously, have I missed anything?

I only ask because in those thirteen months, I have left my home I think four times.

And every one of those was for some form of medical appointment.

So, to go out, meet friends, see anything, do anything, gigs, movies, castles – I haven’t been out since late February/early March of 2020.

And, as you can see, I’ve been largely blogless in all of that time. Even Facebook, to whom I would turn to instantly have a rant if my coffee was too weak, has more or less remained silent for me, particularly for those long-winded rants for which I found such an adoring audience last year that I turned my attention to ranting via a puppet.

I remember hearing something, around the time of my last blog entry last year, something about a… virus? I think I mentioned it then. Does anybody know anything about what happened to that? My guess at that time was that it would, like the SARS so-called “pandemic” before it, peter out into nothing after a huge media hype-fest, you know, we’re all gonna die, that sort of thing, and three people and a cat died in rural Australia.

Obviously, for the families of those three people and that one cat, it would have been devastating, but a world-shaking pandemic? Really? Come on…

And then there was Brexit. Again, around the time we all got locked down last year, our beloved Prime Minister Boris Johnson (is he still Prime Minister?) told us that, if the European Union didn’t play ball with us fairly, then we would be forced to leave the EU without a deal, but that we would go it alone boldly and bravely like no nation had ever done before, except Norway.

I predicted around the time of the 2016 Referendum that the government would be hyping up the no deal thing right up to the very last moment, so it would be no deal; no deal, no deal, no deal no deal nodealnodealnodealnodeal DEAL!!!!! Right at the very last moment, the night before the deal was due to be done deadline, our attention-starved political class would be showing how they had our best interests at heart, and would absolutely not be making deals that would line their back pockets with million-pound cheques, and a last-minute deal always has that bit of extra drama about it, like that last-minute Solskjaer goal at the 1999 Champions League final. I’m guessing that’s what would have happened. Anyone know what went on there?

I seem to remember something about there being a US election in the US. Did that happen? Did Donald J. Trump, the most hated man in his own marriage, win re-election without any further incidences of impeachment? As far as I remember from that far back, former Vice President JOSEPH R. BIDEN Jr. was going to stand against Trump, but I can’t believe that happening, simply from the standpoint that, by the time of the election date, Mr Biden was due to be 78 years old, which might be the new 40 in some people’s book, but not his; he was already getting a bit forgetful, and was spending a little more time in his little Baltimore basement bunker than was good for him.

So, there was the potential for a lot to be happening last year, and that was just from the three possible events listed above; not to mention the billions – trillions – in lost concert and movie revenue, sports revenue, revenue revenue. So, that makes me rather glad that, once again, all of the above most likely DIDN’T happen and it was all just a bunch of over-hyped baloney as it always is. Still, gives the millions of media moguls, the news networks, something to do, doesn’t it? Create world panic, a panic-demic if you will, over something remotely trivial such as a lab assistant – whoops! – dropping a very fragile vial of a virus in a lab, and the Chinese government being forced everyone to keep quiet about it in order to save face. No worry that it could cost over three million lives and infect anywhere from one to two hundred million people, and go on and on and on year after year; so much so that even the least paranoid folk on Earth were forced to invent conspiracy theories about it. Thank GOD it didn’t happen that way.

And what about the British Royal Family eh? The Queen and Prince Philip, they’ve been married for so long I don’t think she could cope without him. It would be tough for Prince Harry to come back from sunny California for some event such as a royal funeral.

Well, you might think everything here is wild fantasy, conspiracy theory, whatever. I’m sure I’ll be proved right and it will all happen eventually. Then you’ll be sorry. x