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SUNDAY 12th JULY
In my last Diary blog I mentioned that the government had announced Christian churches can open for private prayer but there can be no singing for fear of spreading the coronavirus.
I expressed some doubt that this was true. But today angel-voiced singer and Henry VIII impersonator Peter Stanford confirmed:
It is quite true about singing in the Church of England. In my church, the lockdown service on Facebook (originally from the vicar’s front room, latterly from the church itself), the service lasts half an hour.
The choir are singing on Zoom but it is not the same. Where the Holy Water was is now a hand sanitiser dispenser.
Also continuing from my last Diary blog, I asked Andy Dunlop, President of the World Egg-Throwing Federation, how my canine twin Rigby was progressing. If you are a new reader, it is complicated but involves calcium and kidney damage.
Andy replied with a mute video, saying: “Your twin is virtually skipping. Vast improvement and doing very nicely. He is one happy dog.”
MONDAY 13th JULY
(Relevant academic name changed below to prevent blushes)
Today I met up with someone I have not seen since the coronavirus started months ago. She suggested we meet in Brompton Cemetery in London, next to Chelsea’s football stadium.
She told me that it (the cemetery, not Chelsea’s football pitch) is a well-known pick-up spot for gay men and, sure enough, there were occasional lone men sitting around looking at their mobile phones or enjoying the reasonably warm weather.
“How did you find out this is a gay pick-up spot?” I asked.
“When my son was small and was learning to ride a bicycle,” she told me, “we used to come down so he could practise. And, one day, Mr Wallace his art master and another man came out from behind a bush by a gravestone.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“My son said: Hello, Mr Wallace and Mr Wallace said Hello to my son…”
“Did your son ask you about this afterwards?”
“No. My son didn’t think it was strange that Mr Wallace suddenly came out from behind a bush in a graveyard, but I was surprised.”
TUESDAY 14th JULY
Today, I was asked to contribute to a Times Radio piece on late lamented Douglas Gray of The Alberts. It was a section of Mariella Frostrup’s show in which journalist Nigel Williamson highlights particularly interesting recent Times obituaries.
I had been asked how I wanted to be introduced and I suggested “comedy blogger” but, presumably because that sounds a bit like the ne-er-do-well I am, they introduced me, harking back to an earlier century, as a “TV producer”.
Interviewing me is always a mistake because I witter and burble, not helped if I hear my own voice coming back at me. Mariella Frostrop and Nigel Williamson know how to do it.
WEDNESDAY 15th JULY
It looks like I’ve been randomly chosen to have another self-administered COVID-19 swab test.
I received a letter today from the Department of Health & Social Care, the NHS, Imperial College London and market research company Ipsos-Mori.
It will be interesting to see if, this time, I can avoid almost choking to death when shoving the swabs down the back of my throat.
Interestingly, Spellcheck is quite insistent it should really be a swan test.
That would not be easier, but it might be more interesting.
THURSDAY 16th JULY
Coronavirus face-masks are becoming such an item of occasional clothing that designer masks have now started appearing.
My local shop in the high street has a fine collection.
There are even masks for children, although people under ten years old are not required to wear them at all.
FRIDAY 17th JULY
Today, Prime Minister Boris Johnson announced that live performances can re-start from 1st August provided social distancing and other COVID-related precautions are taken.
This will be quite difficult for theatres and I can’t see it really happening with ordinary comedy clubs which largely (perhaps that is not the right word here) take place in small, stuffy rooms above or below pubs. Also, comedy works best if the audience (if you can get one) is packed tightly in.
I hope to be proved wrong, but I can’t see the general comedy ‘circuit’ re-starting until next Spring – if then.
There is also the looming threat of a ‘second wave’ COVID outbreak.
Someone I know reckons she knows a statistical person in Whitehall who is involved in the UK Government’s preparations for worst case scenarios and they are planning fallback positons for a second wave in October lasting to Christmas.
Separately, someone I know who has dealings with Intensive Care nurses in Wales tells me that the NHS there is contracting specialist nurses from September (presumably to anticipate an October resurgence).
With luck, none of this will be necessary though, in his briefing, Boris Johnson mentioned that the Nightingale Hospitals (including the 4,000-bed one at ExCel in London) will be kept available until next March.
SATURDAY 18th JULY
In more fantastical news, the tall fertility pole in front of my house has not yet been used for human sacrifices.
But, with each May Day that passes, my hopes increase.
In addition, as part of (I suspect) the ongoing and rising cult of Wicca witchcraft in suburban Borehamwood, my neighbour has erected a phallic pole behind his house around which he and his family dance, naked, in the balmy summer nights.
There is much wailing and thrashing of arms as the midnight hour approaches.
I feel certain that human sacrifice cannot be far off.
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