2021. And so it begins…

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2021. And so it begins…

I’ve refrained from keeping any regularity in what some might interpret as a blog going because I felt I had too much to say and not enough at the same time. Yeah I don’t get it either but now it’s 2021 and here in London we’re up to our uncut hair in lockdown-world and with stand-up comedy looking more and more like it’ll never recover why not keep busy with hammer out a few points of view? First off, Trump is and always will be a piece of shit and with any luck ten years form now he’ll die alone in a run down motel run by his daughter Tiffany along a two lane road somewhere in Florida. I’m sure this wasn’t his plan but his rusty 1978 four door Impala parked just outside his room won’t start due to Baron Trump siphoning off all the gas to fill his moped so he can get to the courthouse in time to file for a name change. Don Jr of course hung himself years earlier after his girlfriend ran off with a Cuban cigar baron and Eric walked off into the Everglades and was never seen or heard from again. Ivanka is in the UAE with Jared who keeps a rent boy on the side to placate the pain of once again backing the wrong horse which ironically is the type of tranquiliser she uses to get to stop the nightmares. Meanwhile back in the present a vaccine is being rolled out worldwide and depending on who you talk to it works in varied measures. Anyone who opposes this hopeful cure has more times on their hands than I’ll ever have and one goal I have in the coming year, besides trying to keep active and not take a nap in a garage with exhaust smoke, is to avoid any discussions with such people. I’ve lost a year in my life to Covid19 and I’m not going to waste anymore of that to folks who will seek out any reason they can to avoid the obvious. More later…

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