It Was The Best Of Times…..

Absolute bedlam at work today. I didn’t help myself by spending the first five minutes ranting and raving about the entirely useless leadership of the Church of England. I can’t believe they are shutting down churches, no wonder the pews are emptying. Churches stayed open for the first and second World Wars but they are being shut down because 4000 people are ill in a population of 70 million. Not to downplay the 137 deaths in the UK thus far; each one is an absolute tragedy for their families and friends, and I’m sure a tremendous loss to their communities. But to put the numbers in perspective, there were 149 homicides in London alone last year which is crazy. Where is the brave vicar who will defy their ludicrous edict? They’ve just embarassed the whole of the Christian fellowship. Still, Jesus shall build his Church and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it. Schools are open, hospitals are open, supermarkets are open, pharmacies are open. God’s house? What?? Who would protect us??? Shut them all down. If only we knew of an omnipotent, omniscient Being that we could pray to for protection and who has promised to watch over us always…..Luckily, there isn’t currently a worldwide pandemic that has left most people terrified, searching for the meaning of life, and looking for answers, guidance and reassurance. Hang on….. Numpties.

In other news, a customer told my boss he hopes my boss gets infected because he wasn’t allowed to stockpile stuff, and another told a pharmacist colleague they hope she dies because she wouldn’t let them have a third box of paracetamol. Members of our lovely race can make you retch, can’t they? It reminds me of one of my fave poems which always makes me smile – Sir Walter. A. Raleigh’s:

I wish I loved the Human Race;
I wish I loved its silly face;
I wish I liked the way it walks;
I wish I liked the way it talks;
And when I’m introduced to one,
I wish I thought “What Jolly Fun!”

It’s even funnier because he wrote it after attending a summer garden party. It must have been the seventh circle of hell; I wish I’d been there 🙂 But then , I came home to this:

I don’t need the help, thank God, but how wonderful is that. Makes you glad to be alive. Plus Gary Neville and Giggsy are opening up their two hotels to provide free accomodation for NHS staff. My boys – Man U 4 Eva! I was blasting out surely the greatest hip-hop track, ever, on the way to work today: Grandmaster Flash’s Message:

Neon king kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A midrange migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

Don’t push me, ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head

It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Pure genius, still relevant today, and almost certainly the only time sacro-iliac has been used in a song. Life can suck but people are what makes this planet worth living on. Still though…..don’t push me cos I’m close to the…. Have a fabulous and healthy week.