London Lockdown

The Lockdown Diaries 13: Priti Patel Wants Me To Die

Two days ago text messages suddenly poured in from privately-partnered medical companies who are ambulance-chasing unnecessary services. I started to get an inkling of just how far the government was selling the NHS down the river before the virus kicked in. These have been followed by a sudden flurry of government letters warning me about […]

The Lockdown Diaries 6: No Time To Be Bored

Selfish joggers are now the target of national hatred. It’s not all intellectual wordplay and learning new juggling skills up here in Fowler Towers, you know. I’ve decided that supine entertainment is far more enjoyable than going for a walk. Preferably curled up with as many cushions as one owns. We’re British, we’re thinking; who […]