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They are calling us Plague Island. If only we’d known it was this easy to make sure immigrants couldn’t (and wouldn’t want to) come to our country. But very nice to have a preview of what’s to come in the next few months.
Personally I still can’t get over the fact that individual EU countries have been able to make their own decisions about whether they let UK people and goods in and out of their country. Almost like they had sovereignty all along. But we know they don't. Otherwise that would make a nonsense of all the things we've decided over the last few years.
I have just got to the stage where I find all this funny now. I am sitting on my sofa with my popcorn and looking forward to watching our demise. Perversely, because I am in the UK and don’t want things to be terrible I will do my best to prevent disaster and keep our amazing, Plague Island running. I fear it won’t be enough.
I recorded some more Twitch of Fun this morning. I had to retake a song by Donkey several times and discovered that it’s pretty hard talking/singing in his grating voice for 20 minutes, so I am not sure the final take is all that good. But hope you will enjoy my half-arsed efforts on Christmas Day. I can’t really afford to take any time off RHLSTP right now so there are still two more of those to do in 2020 (Alexei Sayle on Wednesday and Catherine Bohart on the 30th), but apart from that (and maybe another snooker) it’s now holiday time. And then it’s Brexit, so don’t know if comedy can continue.
I went to pick up our much-too-big turkey this afternoon (thanks to Boris Johnson for ensuring we will be eating that bird for a whole week by changing Christmas plans between ordering an picking up) and the supermarket seemed largely unaffected by the coming disaster. There was no fresh garlic or jars of mince pie mix, but I think that might be more to do with Christmas than the Grinches that rule us. I no longer make these trips full of paranoia about picking yup the virus, which is ironic as it seems that I am much more likely to catch our super spreader version (once again the UK rules the world). It’s weird to think I can still be so blasé when thousands of us are going to die or become very ill in the months before the vaccine can be rolled out. Staying indoors for 100 days to avoid that seems like a small price to pay for health and life. But I guess the longer we survive without having it (at least knowingly) the more it seems you won’t get it. That’s why the longer I go without dying in general, the more I am convinced I am immortal.
Of course I may have had it and not really known. Or, if my father-in-law actually had it last Christmas (he's definitely had it and this was the only time he showed symptoms) then I had it a few days later.
The kids made gingerbread men and we had a glass of bubbly and Christmas canapes for dinner. It’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas.
We then watched another 20th Century Christmas film, the National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. I haven't seen this one before, but it's certainly the most soulless cash grab of the series. Cornelius Chase (his real name apparently which makes his whole Community persona more amusing) flashes his eyes a lot and does his best to bring off the basic slapstick, but I had more fun looking up the actors on wikipedia and finding out that Chevy's wife ended up having twins with Al Pacino and Chevy's mum wrote Wild at Heart and (as I suspected) his son (this time) ended up as the star of the Big Bang Theory.
It's a really stupid film and not in a good way and is barely even a collection of sketches. I never massively enjoyed Chase's work and by all accounts he's not the greatest human being on the planet, but Community uses him effectively.
What a waste of my valuable time. It didn't even deliver on nudity like Trading Places. What a swizz. Glad Julia Louis-Dreyfus found a better use of her talents subsequently.
