Gonna Lockdown 2 Electric Avenue!

                                                      

In 2019. I don’t go out, sit on the couch nearly all day in pyjamas, drinking bottles of beer, watching Netflix .  The missus reckons I’m a lethargic, overweight, lazy slob! Fast forward to 2020. Same scenario. Now I’m a responsible, moral, pillar of society.  Strange days indeed. Most peculiar, mama!

 

So, Boris has announced yet another lockdown until December 2nd. I’m gonna be opening my advent calendar before I open my front door! Who’d a thowt it!

 

If you were a spider, which make and model of vacuum cleaner would you hate the most?

 

I've found during lockdown I really enjoy mulled wine. I drink one bottle of Malbec and then mull over whether to open another. I only drink whilst having dinner.  I’m down to ten dinners per day now.

 

Finding a mask in your pocket is the new equivalent of finding a fiver!  Wahay! Wetherspoons here we come!

                                                

I was thoroughly depressed when the new lockdown measures came in.  Then I received a text that sez: “I am here for you.”   I didn’t recognise the number, so I replied: “Thank you, that’s really cheered me up.  Who is this?”  Then came the reply: “This is your taxi driver.  I am outside your house...”

 

No Covid vaccine is forthcoming as yet. However, doctors have finally found a cure for Noddy’s tinnitus.  They’ve cut the bell off his hat.

 

The missus asked me to go to the local Co-op.  She sez: “Get a litre of milk and if they have eggs, then get a dozen.  When I returned, she started ranting at me!  “Why in God’s name, have you brought back twelve litres of milk?” With all the dignity that I could muster, I replied:   “Because they had eggs!”

 

I went back to get the eggs and return all the milk and I noticed that on the egg box, it bore the legend ‘The eggs in this box have been laid by hens which have been allowed to roam freely.’   With all this new lockdown lark, I never thought I’d be jealous of a chicken! 

 

Boris has completed a degree in politics. In the exams, he got extra marks for not answering the questions.

                                                                               

Non Stick Nora was waxing lyrical and talking about her new job: "I'm in anger management." She sniffed. Barmy Albert replied:  "Jeepers! You're a therapeutic consultant that is really impressive!"  "Therapist?" She laughed, "No, I'm in charge of clothes hangers at the Stockport branch of Primark."

 

Sharon tells her mum that she’s pregnant and her mother asked: “Who’s the father?”  Sharon opined: “Dunno. He was wearing a mask!”

 

Shutting restaurants, bars and pubs for a month does NOT kill the virus. It just kills pubs, bars and restaurants and jobs, lots of jobs and folks livelihoods.  End of rant.

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2020 ~ The Musical...

                                          

 

This lockdown, quarantine, self-isolation gubbins is turning us all into canines.  We’re roaming like dogs through the house all day, scavenging for food.  We are told “NO!” if we get too close to other folk.  Finally, if we go on a car journey, we get really excited!

 

I named my dog ‘Stay’.  Then I shouted “Come here. Stay!”  He’s gone doo-lally now!

 

Clocks went back last Sunday.  That’s all we need.  Yet another hour of 2020! I put mine back to last March and the lockdown lunacy that ensued then and is being repeated now.  I really feel sorry for them blokes at Stonehenge who have to shift all them massive stones 3 metres to the left and then shift ‘em all back again next year. 

 

In days of yore, folk would call to see you and you’d make them a cuppa and offer a sammitch or similar.  These days, all they want is your wi-fi password and use of a charger!

                                            

The missus shouted downstairs: “Do you ever get those excruciating pains across your chest like someone has a voodoo doll of you and they’re sticking pins in it?” I sez: “No, I don’t.” 

She replied: “How about now?”

                                            

What with this entire Covid lark, I thought I’d do summat different and make today all about classical music from the Baroque period coupled with a genus of flowering plants that consists mostly of shrubs or small trees. Yes, folks, it's Bach to the Fuchsia Day!  To celebrate properly, I’ve bought myself a De Lorean car.  I only drive it from time to time.

 

I'm sick and tired of all these terrible pick up lines that women use in the pubs and clubs like "What's your friend's name?"

 

Just reading that there’s a small island off the coast of Italy which is inhabited by five million Sicilian people.  That’s got to be the biggest number I’ve ever heard of!  Just how many is five million Sicilian?

                            

Top Tips: Instructions on how to fall asleep on a living room chair.  1)  Be old.  2) Sit in a chair.

 

The neighbour’s dog pooed on our lawn.  The missus told me to get a shovel and throw it over the fence. Bad call. Now we have a garden full of dog poo and no shovel.

 

I stood on the corner of Scropton Street, offering folk leaflets advertising the local martial arts class. Nobody chose to Taekwondo.

                                                    

From the archives: “On hearing ill rumour that Londoners may soon be urged into their lodgings by Her Majesty’s men, I looked upon a gaggle of striplings making fair merry, and no doubt spreading the plague well about.  Not a care had these rogues for the health of their elders.”  Samuel Pepys Diaries – London 1664.

 

We’re gonna have to abandon that expression: ‘Avoid it like the plague’, because it turns out us humans do not do that...

                                                         

 

Unviable chancellor retrains as a musician!

                                                 

     

Have you noticed that all the leaves are falling from the trees? What is going on? Is Putin up to something with that Novichok gubbins, or have the Chinese released yet another lethal global pandemic?  Either way, Boris needs to take immediate action and send Rishi round with a rake!

 

Only a piffling 3.1 million folk watched Boris’s address to the nation on 22nd of September, whereas, a stonking 7 million viewers tuned into comedian Matt Lucas’s spoof  BoJo impression on The Great British Bake Off, which immediately followed the PM’s speech on Channel 4! Spot the unviable one!

                                                  

         

Breaking News: - Liverpool bid £50 million for Andy Burnham.

 

Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.  Yeah right!  Nice try, basket industry!

 

What with everyone working from home currently, I’ve come to the conclusion that Zoom meetings are akin to a modern séance.  With rhetoric like: - “Emma Jayne, are you there?”  “Suzie, make a sound, so we can hear you!”  “George, is anyone else there with you?” “Joanne, we can’t see you, can you hear us?”

                                        

Whilst on the subject of ectoplasm, Non-Stick Nora went to see a spiritualist. In a dark, foreboding and ominous sanctuary, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news: "There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year." Visibly shaken, Non-Stick Nora stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself - and to stop her mind racing. She simply had to know the truth. Nora met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked, "Will I be acquitted?"

 

Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Give a woman a fish and all you get is “You call that an anniversary present?”

                                

The primary difference between men and women is that if a woman sez: - “Smell this” it usually smells really nice. Whereas, if a bloke asks you to whiff summat, it would generally pong like a lavatory door off a trawler...

 

So, after winning the game, I decided to throw the ball into the crowd, just like they do on telly (when they had crowds!).  Apparently, it’s wholly unacceptable in Crown Green Bowls!

 

Mark my words! All this new lockdown farrago that has just been brought in by the government will all end in tiers, or in Boris’s case, the tiers of a clown!

 

When this entire pandemic, lockdown, self-isolation, hands, face and space lark is all over, please invite me everywhere.  I promise that I’ll turn up this time!

                                          

It said on BBC News that there is Covid screening at Heathrow and most other airports.  I can't help thinking that it's a bit too soon for the movie....

 

I’ll tell you what’s wrong with today’s society.  Nobody drinks from the skulls of their enemies any more. These days are really weird. Kids run wild and dogs go to obedience school.   We need to press the reset button.

                  

Return of the man, who never came back....

                                              

 

I wrote this hilarious gag about Coronavirus yesterday, it was so funny that I was going to include it in this week’s column. However, the chances are that 98% of people won’t get it!

 Now that I’ve been categorised as ‘unviable’ by the government, I’ve been trying a few different concepts in order to survive. Last weekend, I released my own fragrance.  I thought it was reet gradely, but the other passengers in my car didn’t appreciate it and wound all the windows down.

 

Last year, I went to have my eyes checked and the optician reckoned I've got 2020 vision!  You’d have thought I’d have seen this Covid lark coming then!

 

Richi Sunak has stated that as all us showbiz folk are no longer viable, then he has advised a total change of career.  With this in mind, I went on the Gov.uk website and entered my skills and career details and it came up with an alternative job description that would be suitable for yours truly. It informed me to move into: - Performing Arts, broadcast and media publishing and journalism!  Who’d a thowt it!

 Of course, with a soupcon of imagination, one could incorporate a domestic and a showbiz career together. For instance, a singing window cleaner could work under the name of Chamois Davis Jnr. In the old days, Scousers didn’t appreciate Mancunian entertainers, so I changed my name whenever I worked in Liverpool to Ringo Shankley. But dee do dat doe don’t dey?

                                             

The way things are going, at the end of the month on Halloween, all the kids are gonna be knocking on your door and shouting “Track or Trace!”

I was watching Donald Trump and Boris Johnson on telly the other night.  It was riveting viewing and I honestly reckoned that they both seemed to be talking a lot of sense. Then it dawned on me that I was actually watching ‘Spitting Image!’

 

Donald Trump has announced that folk who cannot get to the gym because of the present pandemic lockdown self isolation scenario can inject themselves with Mr Muscle...

 

Q) What do Man Utd, Prince Andrew and Black Eyed Peas all have in common?

A) They’ve all been useless since Fergie left....

                                              

The other day, I was walking past a park bench, or as they're now called, a Scottish theme pub...

 

Non-Stick Nora asked Barmy Albert what he'd been up to in the shed all afternoon. Albert sez: "I've made a papier mâché model of Mount Everest." Nora replied: "Is it to scale?"   Albert sez: "No. Just to look at...."

 

Breaking News: Nellie the Elephant has tested positive for Covid 19 virus. When she was asked where she thought she might have picked it up from, she replied:- “TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP!”

Travel does indeed broaden one’s horizons. Last year, when I visited Taiwan, I bought a pair of shoes. Imagine my surprise, when I looked underneath on the sole and it said: 'Made Round The Corner'. Fascinating!

 

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Rule Britannia!

                                        

Nelson: "Order the signal, Hardy."
Hardy: "Aye, aye sir."
Nelson: "Hold on, this isn't what I dictated to Flags. What's the meaning of this?"
Hardy: "Sorry sir?"
Nelson (reading aloud): "England expects every person to do his or her duty, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious persuasion or disability. 'What gobbledygook is this for God's sake?"
Hardy: "Admiralty policy, I'm afraid, sir. We're an equal opportunities employer now. We had the devil's own job getting 'England' past the censors, lest it be considered racist."
Nelson: "Gadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe and tobacco."
Hardy: "Sorry sir. All naval vessels have now been designated smoke-free working environments."
Nelson: "In that case, break open the rum ration. Let us splice the main brace to steel the men before battle."
Hardy: "The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. It's part of the Government's policy on binge drinking."
Nelson: "Good heavens, Hardy. I suppose we'd better get on with it, full speed ahead."
Hardy: "I think you'll find that there's a 4 knot speed limit in this stretch of water. It's an environment protection initiative."
Nelson: "Damn it man! We are on the eve of the greatest sea battle in history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow's nest, please."
Hardy: "That won't be possible, sir."
Nelson: "What?"
Hardy: "Health and Safety have closed the crow's nest, Sir. No harness; and they said that rope ladders don't meet regulations. They won't let anyone up there until proper scaffolding can be erected."
Nelson: "Then get me the ship's carpenter without delay, Hardy."
Hardy: "He's busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the foredeck Admiral."
Nelson: "Wheelchair access? I've never heard anything so absurd."
Hardy: "Anti-discrimination requirements, sir. We have to provide a barrier-free environment for the differently abled....."
Nelson: "Differently abled? I've only one arm and one eye and I refuse even to hear mention of the word. I didn't rise to the rank of Admiral by playing the disability card."
Hardy: "Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under-represented in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency."
Nelson: "Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons."
Hardy: "A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and safety won't let the crew up the rigging without hard hats. And they don't want anyone breathing in too much salt; haven't you seen the adverts?"
Nelson: "I've never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell the men to stand by to engage the enemy."
Hardy: "The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral."
Nelson: "What? This is mutiny!"
Hardy: "It's not that, sir. It's just that they're afraid of being charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There are a couple of legal-aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks."
Nelson: "Then how are we to sink the Frenchies and the Spanish?"
Hardy: "Actually, sir, we're not."
Nelson: "We're not?"
Hardy: "No, sir. The French and the Spanish are our European partners now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn't even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for compensation."
Nelson: "But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil."
Hardy: "I wouldn't let the ship's diversity coordinator hear you saying that sir. You'll be up on disciplinary report."
Nelson: "You must consider every man an enemy who speaks ill of your King."
Hardy: "Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural age. Now put on your Kevlar vest; it's the rules. It could save your life."
Nelson: "Don't tell me - health and safety again! Whatever happened to rum, sodomy and the lash?"
Hardy: ""As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu! And there's a ban on corporal punishment."
Nelson: "What about sodomy?"
Hardy: "I believe that is now legal, sir."
Nelson: "In that case. kiss me, Hardy."
                                             

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