I Came in Here for the Special Offer, a Guaranteed Personality

Nothing much of note passed through my mind today while I wasn’t at work. I dug out my old Nikon and the battery charged. There’s a small mark on the inside of the zoom lens but nothing to worry my intended use.

Who the fuck camps overnight to get into Primark?

The main thing that caught my attention today was the apparent need for everyone to go and buy socks. I tried to walk my way to understanding.

I adore being at the pub. It’s a huge part of my life and my identity. I miss my pub terribly and I can’t wait to go back. I hope to be in a beer garden soon.

If the pubs opened this weekend wouldn’t I be first at the bar? No. Sorry, I don’t understand. On the off chance I thought about having a look the moment I saw more that 5 or 6 other humans I’d have turned around before I could spit.

There will be some examples out there of folk that really needed some stuff but there is no way all these folk were parents of kids that had grown out of their shoes or needed their medication from Boots. Not having it. People have gone a little round the bend these last few weeks unless they hadn’t already.

A lot of these folk have an honest to god problem. Your shopping trips won’t save you.

Bring back the Heptarchy.

To end on a more light-hearted and daft note. Seeing Luke talking about Sussex Day has brought to mind my idea to re-establish the 7 Kingdoms of England. I already joke about being from Northumbia on any biographies I ever write, so this is a logical next step.

Northumbria is a great place. Liverpool, Manchester, Leeds, York, Durham, Newcastle, Edinburgh, the Dales, the Moors, the North Pennines. All the best parts.

I’ll get the flags printed and start the independence movement. I expect similar efforts from Luke.