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Friday 13th November 2020

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Oh no! Friday 13th. I hope nothing bad happens.

Of course in 2020, Friday 13th turns out to be a day of good luck. Peter Sutcliffe dies, Cummings is ousted and Trump is slumping. But how many lives would have been saved if they had all been caught out when they should have been?
I do hope that the positive effect of 2020 will be to move us all towards realising how we can’t get on on our own, that we need to work together to make things work and that we should be kinder to each other and pay the people who actually keep the country and the health service running much more. It may be too late for the UK as our train is stuck on the tracks and there are no breaks and we’ve missed all the many sidings that we whizzed past. But the rest of the world. You might be OK.
Wouldn’t it be nice if the UK and America decided to reform their electoral systems so that all votes had equal weight? It won’t happen because of vested interests. But the people of the future will look back at us (I hope) and comment on how ridiculous it was that someone could vote all their lives and have their vote be meaningless because of where they lived. It’s all right, people of the future. We knew it was bullshit at the time, just like we did with Brexit. But it seemed like there was nothing we could do. You know how we managed to do it, so it must seem crazy to you. But you’re doing something that the people of the future will think makes you dickholes as well. Probably something hoverboot related in your case.

We played another murder mystery game tonight, over zoom, with people from our village. Because this is the way we roll in lockdown. I had to play the corrupt deputy mayor in a scenario loosely based on Casablanca, but full of loads of references from the 1990s (when I presume it was written) like Eric Cantona quotes and Papa/Nicole jokes. I like the way that that kind of topicality gets lost in time and so just becomes surreal to anyone who isn’t old. It’s very much like this blog, people from the future reading it as an historical reference.
I put on my dinner jacket and only felt slightly sad that the trousers hardly did up and then took one of my son’s Little Gym medals and wore it as my ceremonial sash thing. It looked pretty good. And luckily we were sat down and on the computer so I could take my trousers off when they got too uncomfortable and no one would ever know.

Reading Al Murray’s “The Last 100 Years” ahead of me chatting to him about the book on Sunday. It’s very entertaining and also a great way to catch up with what basically happened in the 20th Century if you want to impress people in conversations. I’ve already used some of the WWI facts in conversation. Should be a fun chat. Tune in and why not buy both our books at the same time?


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