Cod Almighty | Diary

Hubris

8 April 2020

No man is an island, nor can he turn the tide of a virus simply by force of personality.

But what's been going on down Town, where the lights are dim?

You could fill your boots with kits past, or wallow in days of glory but your Deviant Diarist joined his Ollieness Pope Ian in his new morning singalong…

Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want…

Yes, your daily dose of Ollieness sees him going stir crazy as the scales of injustice slip from his eyes and sees him manning the ideological barricades, possibly sans culottes. Well it was warm yesterday. He's seething, seething John, about feckless footingballers and wants the world to change:

"It's so disrespectful to generations and generations who fought for us, it's all wrong. I think the world is upside down, the top money should not be paid to entertainers, but the people keeping us safe on the frontline and the government need to make sure these doctors and nurses are paid the top money so people want to do that for real."

What next, Silent John on the evils of tax avoidance?

And what now for Fentydome III?

There are more questions than answers, but at least the right questions are finally being asked after 40 years of curtain-twitching atomisation. Right, I'm off to plant a potato.

Let's dig in for victory.