On 2020

Memorable year

One I would rather forget

Finally ends here


CLP 31/12/2020

On Losing (24)

I realise that

England is a word I use

as much as UK


n.b. Nice work Alexander Johnson and your BXT mates – you got to me in the end too and I am part Irish, part Swedish, part Welsh and part English. The United Kingdom is history. I am proud to be a European; embarrassed to be English while The Great Clown is in Downing Street.

CLP 29/12/2020

On Losing (19)

What’s the bloody point

If it ends up in the drink?

“Go straight to Gaol do…”


n.b. Complete the well known phrase from a popular unpopular board game in words of your own...no one has a monopoly on truth.

CLP 20/12/2020

On Numbers 22

Out the door with you!

You know it makes sense to go

home and drink alone.


n.b. …where no one can hear you scream.

Tonight I was advised that I could not sit at a pub terrace because of the weather. I could see the setting Moon in a mostly clear sky. A beautiful night to sit out with a pint, but, oh no, if it rains then I would want to go inside, I was informed and that was not allowed.

So, due to Covid regulations and the weather restrictions, I was not permitted to drink on the riverside patio. I had dressed myself with suitable clothing for an autumnal evening, with the express intention of having a drink in the fresh air. Why the Hell would I want to sit inside a pub when the heavens were on display, the air warm and a river decorated by swans ran beneath me?

And chucking out time from the pubs is 22:00 hrs because Covid-19 only operates in the dead of night, apparently. They can re-open at 05:00 hrs.


CLP 23/10/2020