Covid's coming home

 

“ Its coming home, Gary”

“Yes Simon it's coming home, Covid is coming home. We are at Wembley so 60,000 COVID supporter cheering on a football team. Many more are doing the same in pubs clubs restaurants and outdoor events, so super spreading.”

“So Gary are we to believe Covid is going to win the match?”

“Could do but its not that simple and it is a game of two halves Simon. Let me explain the rules.

Covid has any number of players on the pitch at any time, can substitute, anytime any place.




At the moment we have the China variant, Kent, South African, Brazilian, Indian and Nepal. Every one of them makes copies badly which results in a variant. Some variants are harmless and that strain dies out. Others are highly effective at transmission but not fatal, Sadly some are highly transmittable and deadly.

Some will infect the young, some will only be fatal to old and infirm. Others will result in long term health concerns like long Covid. Serious stuff.




“And our team Humanity, what have we got going for us, Gary”

“We have loads but there is always the offside rule for example:-

Communications, we can inform the whole world where the virus is dominant, where to avoid, how to restrict infection, and how to protect the public. We also have the internet, sick minds that deny there is a pandemic. Religious groups that say its Gods will to deal with those their book dislikes. (Same people that believe God would not allow global warming.) Into the mix of true and false statements we have politicians.”




“We are doomed Gary!”

“No quite, some of the extreme politicians have been removed so some ray of hope.”

“Boris, and his cabal?”

“Work in progress Simon, we can only hope.




The other great plus is vaccination. Admittedly a bit behind the curve but making progress. More than one vaccine available and enough to vaccinate the world. Sadly some one has to pay for it and the rich world wants to vaccinate their folks first, so the poor countries continue to produce dangerous variants. One world Simon some have not realised that yet.




The fall back position is isolation.”

“Like New Zealand and Australia Gary?”

“Yes Simon just like they did, and other small countries without sheds load of money, they managed to get on top of the outbreak, but where is the profit in that!




Close to home, Boris is making a dash for freedom. Whilst still under restrictions, the numbers of infected are rising, rapidly. In response the government is opening up quicker, sooner we get herd immunity, the better.




“So Gary the game plan for Covid is more mixing, and the game plan for the government is more mixing?”

“Quite right Simon, two teams using the same strategy for opposite reasons, You couldn't make it up! Then again it is a game of two halves, Where is Southgate when you need him?

“At Wembley Gary?”

“At Wembley Simon, cough cough. Covid's coming home, its coming home.”

“well there you have it from Gary at Wembley, hope he gets well soon and stays there, the weather Over to Carol at Wimbledon”

God Bless the poets

God bless the poets

God loves everyone

that picked the pen and pad

putting down the gun




words flow like lovers tears

a heartache every line

jilted or rejected

for morales in decline




trying to change a lonely heart

or government corrupt

dying in the garret

alone and abrupt




only wanted a fair world

and love so often sought

lying amongst his poems

none sold or any bought

government of talents

A government of talents

or a charabanc of fools

they say it's for guidance

for poor it's the rules




for ministers and aides

that fondle when they meet

the press is an intrusion

for action not discreet




sacking or resignation

would be the protocol

mealy mouth apologies

grieving families appall

Greed Poker

Good evening. You join me at the most unusual event in the calendar.

This event like the Olympics happens ever four years in theory. However due to dysfunctional administration this is the first event for 25 years. Welcome viewers to the greed poker finals.


We have players from teams. The teams that made the final this year are Agribusiness, a perennial at the table, won this event many times. A confident player. The food industry. A new comer to the game with loads of talent and initiative. The military always a strong player, and finally banking and finance, won many times in the past, a bad loser.


The devil is said to love poker, but no sign of a team, but then he could be playing incognito or sponsoring one of the players. It is hard to tell who isn't sponsored by the devil .


The dealer is chosen at random from what is perceived as an honest broker. It is hard to find an honest broker, and when you do, they refuse, not wanting to be associated with the corruption of the players. We have had refusals from Amnesty international, Human rights watch and the world health. This year the only candidate is Santa Claus.


The green baize table is super wide to allow for social distancing and the cards dealt by barge pole.

Santa has dealt the first cards successfully and the military has placed a bet. The stakes are one Liam Fox. Was a defence secretary sacked for lying, great Brexiteer. They have all covered the bet. They are all in, and yet no one has seen a card. This surely must be a bluffers bluff.


Two cards dealt, no further raise of the stake, no one has looked at their cards yet.

Three cards dealt, Agribusiness has looked at their cards and raised the stakes by one Theresa Villiers. Villiers was an environment secretary promised all to both farming and environment, lied to both. All covered every one but Banking looked at their cards.


Interesting Banking has raised one Neil Hamilton blind. That means all players must double the stake to stay in. All players gone for Neil and Christine Hamilton, pair of crooks that became TV celebs. Banking seems to be going for bankrupt strategy, to force the pace. All players still in the game. Santa has dealt all 5 cards. Players looking at their cards except banking. A very tense moment. Military has place their cards on the table and raised one Robert Buckland. Sharp intake of breath from the audience. A Present Cabinet minister keen Boris supporter tipped for seedier things.

Other players covered, all still in the game.


Banking has raised the stakes one Sajid Javid. Very high bid, once tipped for higher things, was forefront in Grenfell Towers incident, promised to leave no tern unstoned but did nothing.


An eerie silence has descended all players eyeing the others intently. One must be bluffing. Food has raised one Robert Jenrick. Here is a man that knows how to take favours. Agri raised one George Eustice, highly incompetent in all but spin. Military raised one Priti Patel. The banking team crack and look at their cards. Is the stake too high. Some bum shuffling and sweaty palm to be seen. The game continues all players still in. Military raised one Grant Shap they must have a great hand to bid this low life weasel.


Agri counters with a Liz Truss. Food has folded. This incompetent wazzack too much for for horse meat and dubious food ingredients.

Banking has raised One Gavin Williamson. That's it Agri has gone, cruel use of a utter incompetent lying rouge. Just banking and military left, both staring intently. Military makes the move. The bid One Matt Hancock. The audience reel back, what a bid must be the worst of all lying incompetents.

Banking raised One Gove . This must be it the ultimate cheat liar and incompetent. Nothing could be higher. Military covers still in the game. What more can Banking do, are they bluffing?

Banking looks at their cards again, Military gives the cold emotionless stare. Banking leans forward and raises One Boris Johnson, the most incompetent and deceitful holder of high office. Must be game over?

Military looks at their cards. They order drinks and a towel to dry sweaty palms. The Audience waits for Military to fold or see. Is the bid too high?

Military pulls from under the table in the gutter one Dominic Cummings. Banking has gone, didn't even pay to see. What a bid. The highest you can place before a military coup. Was it the threat of a police state that forced banking to quit after so much support for Johnson? We will never know, and we will never know what cards the players were holding.


What a night, Military a clear winner, police state round the corner civil liberties under threat. On that depressing note we return you to the studio.

Hugh

Glory hallelujah

Glory hallelujah

hallowed be his name

he made and formed your character

so you're not to blame

all the evil things you do

is just a pity and a shame




god is on our side

the generals reassure

it's on your belt buckle

your mission is pure

in a world of slaughter

your legions are the cure




god knows your inner thoughts

and likes what you think

he is the one alternative

to toxic drugs and drink

you may need a priestly absolution

but you'll never need a shrink

Glory hallelujah

You think we need to pray more?

The once verdant forest

now a field of mud

the climate oscillates constantly

from severe drought to flood

indigenous forest dwellers

lie in pools of blood

You think we need to pray more?




There are riots outside a mosque

a desecration of a shrine

death threats to a journalist

that ridiculed the divine

churches are just empty shells

congregations in decline

You think we need to pray more?




Weapons of mass destruction

in the hands of the devout

refugees crisscross the globe

Governments keeps them out

successive empty collections plates

from congregations of doubt

You think we need to pray more?




Religions fight religions

in their holy war

death tolls are higher

than any war before

only the accountant

has a monetary score

You think we need to pray more?

I am Spartacus

the sweat shop floor is home
to an immigrant slave
punishment is cruel and harsh
if you don't behave
thinking and questioning
foolishly so brave

thinking they are alone
in a country so proud
silence of the underdog
so deafeningly loud
police ignore, blind eye
head bowed

when they escape
the au pair, child minder
nanny, weaver, seamstress
barista coffee grinder
sheet metal worker
backstreet bookbinder

I am Spartacus uttered
on every impoverished lip
in every dark corner
of a container ship
nothing more to lose
suicidal fellowship