Sintomas de la cultura.

 

Entro el estadio, con objetivo telefoto, listo como un escopeto , conectado con mi móvil, la radio esta esperando.

Esto el derbi palmero, Tenisca contra Mensajero.

Como cualquier derbi, no importa que equipo esta en forma, es un partido donde cualquier error o lapsus de concentración, puede significar desastre.

La hinchada con sus petardos y banderas, gritan palabrotas, pusieron el arbi y los asitentes bajo mas presión, y por supuesto los jugadores..

Pero espera, más presión, no lo creo.

Cuando entrar a la cancha, los equipos estan sordas a las gradas. Solo pueden oir sus compañeros, o el trio arbitraje, pita ¡falta fuera de fuego, saca de esquina…!

El ambiente volando como los gaviotas, saliendo en el aire..

eso es el derbi palmero.

Lockdown Days.

 

And so another day welds itself to the next, Monday, Tuesday, whatever.

Lock down has passed the level of tolerance, but seems to be the only thing that functions, as we cease to function.

To mask or not to mask, is that the question? Keep your distance, dont stand so close. Tell that to the hordes crushed onto city centre metro, in almost any city centre.

Meanwhile a grim reaper on overtime awaits, as our leaders ignore questions on economy versus health.

Whats the answer Prime Minister? Do you understand the question?

Boris can only wave, offering the waiting cameras that bashfull school boy smile, a moment when he indulges we mere mortals.

But not with answers.

He has no answers.

the wind blew

 

A chill wind of discontent.

Looking over a widening girth, is not my preferred horizon, but after 65 new years, if that's my only concern?

I have few concerns, but, maybe I should have.

It was only months, no weeks, into the virus when one marvellous government suggestion was to stop watching the news., it may be a cause of anxiety.

More Boris buffoonery. Sadly my dictionary suggests there is some humour hidden away in a dark corner, or more concisely, behavior that is ridiculous but amusing. Which would be just dandy if he was not our leader.

His stage is not the comedy channel, quite the opposite.

Perhaps Mr Johnson would fit mmm, let me see, Who wants to be a millionaire?, that jaw dropping 60 minutes of excess which ensured our mis-understanding of the equation, wealth = happiness.

But wait, Boris, you already are.

A buffoon, or a millionaire? I hear you ask.

Both could well be the answer.

Goodnight.

Help Desk.

 

Press one if you only want to listen to some music, press two if you want to hold on forever, and meantime listen to some music.

I am sorry but all our help lines are occupied right now, your call is important to us, but you can listen to some music.

I´m sorry, our help lines are closed for today, but your call is important to us please try again tomorrow.

Would you like to listen to some music?

 

COVID-19

 

Casos en Estados Unidos

Actualizado el 5 de mar. a la(s) 17:54, hora local GMT

total deaths thus far in America – including the last 

                        24 hours - 525.560 + 1.708

Planet wide – 2.572.353 + 8.957

quedate en casa……..

Complacency

 

Complacency.

The wind blew cold among the doubters, fingers frozen, woolen defences like virtual relationships, useless.

A cigarette smoky plume against this colourless backdrop. Shuffling miscreants looking for an advantage before it was too late.

But it was too late.

The clock had ticked on, few paying homage or heed. Hope had sped off, leaving only a backdraft, a carbon smudge on the greasy concrete.

Vaccine strewn and useless among the human detritus.

Complacency was king.

It wont happen in England.

Over 100,000 lost souls disagree.