Life’s A Riot

Who would have thought this, six months ago?

I look like I’m going to a riot.

A bit of a sterile riot, a friend pointed out.

One has to take one’s safety seriously when one is launching petrol bombs.

Another friend commented I see you’ve also had your ears lowered.

Seeing as though my wife performed my first lockdown haircut, I’m thankful I’ve got any ears at all.

And what do people do these days when they go on blind dates?

You’ve got nice eyes.

And I guess that lip readers are screwed.

These are crazy days. Stay safe, friends. Stay crazy.

Things Are Beginning To Get Hairy

So – I’m growing a beard.

This situation has encouraged me to go all Robinson Crusoe.

Having never sported a beard before, this lockdown has given me the opportunity to see how it looks, without having to look like a tramp when out shopping or nipping to the bank.

My wife isn’t keen. Sometimes I think she’s only with me for my chin.

It’s only been a week, but I think I may have left it too late in life, for this early growth, to look all Pierce Brosnan. Whereas I was hoping for a few flecks of grey, I think I may be the more crazed Saddam Hussein-in-the-bolthole type.

Lockdown And Play

I’m hoping you guys can view this via Twitter. In Sicily, under lockdown, people coming together to make music. Check out some of the videos in the comments too.

Brilliant.