… CONTINUED FROM DIARY No 27 …
SUNDAY 26th JULY
Ariane Sherine, who is writing an album of songs as Ariane X, has discovered that, since finding a new man in her life and becoming happy, she has been unable (temporarily one hopes) to write songs.
I remember Charles Aznavour being asked in an interview why he always seemed to write sad songs. He said that, when people are happy, they are all happy in much the same way, so happy songs are a bit samey; when people are sad, there are varied, specific reasons why, so ‘sad’ is more inspiring and more interesting.
MONDAY 27th JULY
I had a call from BT, my internet provider, telling me that my line has been compromised and that my landline and broadband might be cut off…
Except BT is not my internet provider nor my line provider.
There was an electronic recorded voice explaining the above, which then transferred me to a second electronic recorded voice which said it was putting me through to an ‘adviser’ who said, in a very heavy Indian accent: “Hello. This is BT, your internet provider”.
I replied “No you’re not. So you can fuck off.”
It seemed best in the circumstances.
As someone pointed out, the quality of scammers has deteriorated recently.
TUESDAY 28th JULY
No wonder the self-administered COVID-19 swab tests are inaccurate. I just self-administered my second one. (This time, I was randomly chosen by IpsosMORI for their research.)
You are supposed to stick the swab up both nostrils and into the back of your mouth, touching both tonsils, using a mirror to see the tonsils.
Perhaps I am oddly built but, for the life of me (which could be literally true) I cannot see my tonsils nor pretty much anything at the back of my mouth/top of my throat.
After sticking the swab up both nostrils and turning it around a bit, I dabbed it and turned it vaguely at the back of my throat on each side and hoped for the best.
In the evening, I went to my local cinema to see The Dark Knight. Cinemas are currently screening ‘modern classic’ movies to entice people in after the coronavirus lockdown.
I sat in my normal seat in the very front row. I was the only person in the screening room until, at the very last moment, a tall man came in and sat in the very back row. He had a green Mohican hairstyle, which struck me as a little old-fashioned. I was reminded of James Fenimore Cooper.
WEDNESDAY 29th JULY
Good news for comedy clubs. A friend of a friend who works for a comedy club (and who has luckily been on paid furlough because of the coronavirus) will be back at work this Saturday because a lifting of restrictions means that comedy clubs can open provided they observe social distancing and take other anti-virus precautions.
Other than that, it was a surreal day…
The ‘artist formerly known as The Iceman‘, now occasionally and erratically known as AIM, has been painting aliens. He sent me an image of his latest encounter.
The “BARGAIM of the WEEK” (sic) on his website is currently a painting of his ice block at the Glastonbury Festival for a very reasonable £5,077…
Richard Moore has been appointed the new head of MI6 – ‘C’ to his chums; ‘M’ to James Bond fans.
It is a sign of our surreal times, that #RogerMoore is now trending on Twitter because people only skim the headlines and get confused between reality and fantasy.
THURSDAY 30th JULY
On Monday I have an appointment to see the doctor who is trying to figure out why my calcium level and kidney function went mad in May and I had to be hospitalised. It is a face-to-face meeting and will include yet another blood test.
As I have come to expect, this morning the NHS sent me a text saying the face-to-face meeting has been changed to a telephone call. I assume this is bollocks.
This afternoon, I had a chat in Covent Garden with performer Samantha Hannah for an upcoming blog. Nearby in the piazza, in front of ‘The Actors’ Church’, a lone puppeteer street performer was trying to attract a crowd. The place used to be thronged. No more – because of COVID-19.
Samantha told me two fascinating facts which will not be in the blog…
Apparently up-market apartments are not selling at The Shard in London – not because of the prices but simply because it is (just) south of the River Thames. North has more prestige.
And she read somewhere that people from hilly areas speak with accents that go up and down more than people from flat areas. This is such a weird and unlikely idea that I suspect it may actually be true.
FRIDAY 31st JULY
On the early morning Today programme on Radio 4, Health Secretary Matt Hancock confirmed that comedy clubs can open tomorrow.
I double-checked with the hospital that my appointment on Monday is, indeed, a face-to-face meeting with my Kidney Man, not via telephone.
And, indeed, it is face-to-face.
The text I got from the NHS was bollocks.
Later, I got a text about my self-administered coronavirus test:
Thank you for completing the COVID-19 swab test. Your swab analysis results indicate that you are COVID-19 negative. Although results are not 100% conclusive, it is important that you and your household continue to observe social distancing guidance. If you or anyone in your household has or develops symptoms you must follow the Stay at Home Guidance even if you have a negative result.
That is my fifth COVID-19 swab test. All negative.
I received a more positive email from Kunt and the Gang:
It took 18 months, 2 line-up changes, 20-odd rehearsals, 3 days in the studio and about 2 months of pinging mixes back and forth remotely all through lockdown, but finally, at long last… Kunts Punk In Your Face is out now to download from our Bandcamp page.
As a thank you to everyone who supported my book Kickstarter all those years ago it’s available for free until 17-08-2020.
For everyone else it’s pay what you want – I suggest between a fiver and a tenner, depending on how flush you are, or be a proper kunt and go and pinch it for free!
Or get it on CD with extra bonus track from http://katg.co.uk
It should also be up on the likes of your Spotifys and your iTuneses etc. soon, so go and have a check – if it’s not up right now it won’t be long but those platforms are a bit of a law unto themselves.
At lunchtime, it was suddenly announced that the slow easing of coronavirus lockdown restrictions has been put on pause and comedy clubs (and other premises) will NOT be allowed to open tomorrow.
Worse still, for me, cinemas can remain open but audiences will have to wear masks.
It is, at least, good to know that, in such uncertain times, you can rely on the arrival of Kunt albums with puns in the titles.
SATURDAY 1st AUGUST
And, it seems, you can also rely on Apple…
Writer/performer/producer/comedian/all-round good guy Peter Michael Marino, who lives in New York, says:
At Grand Central Genius Bar:
“Your 2.5-year old, out-of-warranty MacBook Pro is defective and needs a new keyboard, new battery, and new hard drive.
“It’s your lucky day. It’s all free. Don’t ask any questions. Play the lottery, dude.”
Just played the lottery and won $10.
Apple Store, London, late 2011.
I took my out-of-warranty MacBook Pro in for repair for the third time – a faulty DVD drive. They had previously repaired it for free, because the drive was a third-party item – not of their making – and they passed the repair charge on to the other company.
“John, you seem to be having a problem with this machine. Would you like a new one for free?”
“How much would it cost if I bought it?”
(The answer was over £2,000)
“I’ll have it.”
“I’m afraid there will be a delay of about a week. We have to get it in from Ireland.”
A week later, I am watching the BBC News Channel. They announce that Steve Jobs has died.
Half an hour later, the phone rings.
“Your new MacBook has arrived.”
Newer model. Bigger hard drive. Faster processor.
July 2020… It is still working.
Thankyou Steve Jobs.
I buy a ticket for tonight’s UK lottery game.
My numbers do not come up.
Welcome to reality, John.
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