I got pulled over by the police earlier. "Have you been drinking sir?" he asked. "Absolutely not officer," I replied. "That's great," he said, waving to his colleague, "We're absolutely mullered. Can you give us a lift back to the station?"
I was sad when the printed version of NME came to an end. I used to keep mine in a pile near my bed, just in front of my American sitcom DVDs. I'd keep my friends close, and my NME’s closer.
I went for one of my regular walks around the common, this morning, thinking that it would be quiet as I had started off earlier usual. Turns out that a charity run was taking place, starting at 09.00. I don’t normally concern myself with these events and have been walking there when others have taken place, but today I felt very uncomfortable. Firstly there were 100s off participants. Secondly, by the time they reached me they were still very bunched up, but panting like dogs in the mid summer heat. Thirdly, I was being physically bumped by numerous runners who were too inconsiderate to give me any space as they ran past. I know you are supposed to be safer in the open air, with regards to catching Covid, but hearing the heavy panting and adding in the large numbers of people running, the air was probably awash with exhaled breath over a very wide area. I felt uncomfortable enough to put a face mask on and, after having someone bump into my shoulder for the umpteenth time, I clenched my right fist and stuck my arm out at right angles to my body, in an attempt to make them run round me instead of through me. THE BASTARDS STARTED TO FIST BUMP ME! Ruined my peaceful walk, but hopefully the charity gained a lot of money and the whole thing didn’t turn into a super spreader event for omicron.
