With cloudless sky overhead, this morning I partook in a social distancing compliant peregrination round my West Yorkshire village. Perambulating with sun beating down on the few areas of exposed skin on my hirsute visage, I concluded todays constitutional to be a good deal pleasanter than yesterday’s stroll in a bitingly cold north wind. As…
Day: April 14, 2020
Think For A Minute
For today’s observations from COVID-19 induced gaol, I’m going to predominantly take a back seat and instead let you read the insightful poetry of Paul Heaton; taken from a refrain he and band The Housemartins released in 1986. Heaton’s locutions painting a melancholic landscape of changing proletarian life. Joe and Josephine Public’s self-absorbed new outlooks…