I’ve started a YouTube channel. It’s called Prodrome – The Liz Bentley Show. I love the word prodrome. It means ‘an early symptom indicating onset of a disease or illness.’ My trainee paramedic niece (who is right now dealing with mainly stroke, heart attack and mental health) told me that Chinese airline stewards are being advised to wear nappies – I’ll leave that one there. I didn’t believe her but it was on the BBC News, on the tel lie vision. It’s mad, MAD I tell you. I’m not mad, THIS IS.
I’ve bought a Selfie Stick Tripod so I can film anytime anywhere. Oh, what fun. I’ve begun a book club too. We are reading The Great Reset. Covid is the excuse to transform our civilization. The Great Rest reads like a foul plan.
As a result of the lockdowns, the pandemic had immediate effect on every possible industry around the world. This impact is ongoing and will continue to be felt in the coming years. As global supply chains are reconfigured, as consumer demands change, as technology disrupts, companies will be forced to continuously adapt and reinvent themselves.
Looking to the future, governments will most likely, but with different degrees of intensity, decide that it’s in the best interest of society to rewrite some of the rules of the game and permanently increase their role.
GAME??? It’s a game. What is being done to our humanity during this game? Just a question.
I haven’t been out of the house for days. I was considering going into East Dulwich to go into a shop but heard there were queues everywhere, of which there were. Everywhere. Oh dear. More online shopping. Thank goodness for my cheery Tesco delivery men.
My step-daughters are watching 60 Days In, a documentary drama of life inside prison. One of my ex boyfriends (No. 31 in From Essex to London in 101 Boyfriends) was in prison for nearly three years for trying to do a post office job. Him and his friends concocted the idea the night before, they were all off their head, smack. They stole a car early morning (after no sleep). My boyfriend went into the post office wearing a grubby tracksuit and a balaclava hat. He carried a sports bag with a baseball bat in it. When they got to the post office, just outside of central Edinburgh (one of them knew because his friend cashed his giros there), one stayed in the getaway car outside while my boyfriend and the other went inside, got the bat out and said to the man behind the counter “Give us the money”. The man shook his head and said “Times must be hard” and hit the button which alerted the police. My boyfriend resisted arrest and the police got the dogs out. The dogs chased him, he got caught and his track suit ripped to shreds.
I received two letters a week from my boyfriend during his time in prison. One of my regrets was getting rid of the shoebox full of the thin blue envelopes I collected from HMP Saughton, Durham, Brixton, Wandsworth and Send. I was one of the first Samaritan volunteers to go into Brixton prison. It worried me that my boyfriend might be suicidal too. He was okay, that time, a few decades on, his death a long slow suicide from heroin addiction.
Our lives are now full of prison terminology, lockdowns, curfews etc. Forced to do what we are told in such a way our human rights are fading fast. Govern (Control) Ment (Mind) Brain washing us into thinking it is OUR fault that the virus is spreading. Our prison guards are our neighbours.
A week ago, in the pub, six of us discussing The Great Reset then a 7th joined us and was asked not to sit on our table so he sat on a different table but was nearer us. The bar manager was drunk and thought we were Covid deniers. How can anyone deny that Certificate Of Vaccination ID – set into action in 2019 is not a reality? We haven’t started on the 2020 new variable mutations to keep us in fear, distanced, masked and vaccines forever. COVID has only just begun. I’d love to be a denier, but I wake with anxiety every morning. Hoping it has all been a nightmare.
The bar manager got drunker, clearly he is struggling. As we go into Tier 3, his world has gone upside-down, again. I hope he doesn’t drink too much over Christmas. What else will he do? If he can’t resist it while he’s working I feel for him. Poor him. Poor pubs. Poor world.
This song is for anyone struggling, or going to be struggling with booze this Xmas. I’m still off the booze. Am enjoying a Nannystate Brewdog every now and again. Nanny state. I am infantalised. I wonder in the future whether guards will be checking our nappies as well as our masks and bibs. Merry Xmas blog readers. Do subscribe to my Liz Bentley channel for Xmas joy weirdness.
My boyfriend’s got gout
What’s it all about?
Is it cause he’s stout?
I doubt – it
He’s just a red wine lout
He can’t eat cheese, sardines or sauerkraut
He gives me nought
That’s why I pout
I’m just gonna point him out
That’s him on his way out
He’s got the gout
I’ve got the pout
Lets all shout
He’s just shout
He’s just banged his toe on the way out
Last night he went out
With the gout
Came home, gave me a clout
He’s given up the snout
Because of the gout
Taken up snuff
What’s that all about?
Gout, gout, let it all out, these are the things we can do with out
So come on
I predict a diet