June 16th, 2021


Whinging Vent, Disregard...

Funny that this eternal  lockdown-easing period is making me even more reclusive. I hate the 'feedom' of heavy, polluting traffic,more and more people struggling to pay rent and feed their families, the hopeless state of the arts,  loud, coarse yoofs yelling and e-scootering scarily all over the place, when not stabbing each other, the media pushing the 'return to the office and over-consuming' ethos, the dirty, unsafe buses and tube trains filling up, improperly ventilated, with more and more people discarding their masks, etc.etc. Feck.
Now that the horrors of humid,pollen-laden summer are setting in, I spend even more time indoors, gawping at old films and stuff. The weather makes me even more creatively blocked than usual.
Instead of beefing, of course, I should be grateful. Unlike so many others, I have, at least a shabby wee flat to myself, not mashed in with people I don't like, I don't have to find a new slave job, or return to one, and I've just about enough to get by, at the moment. I am indeed grateful for all this, and, naturally, guilty.
Thank gods for trash like HOLBY CITY, anyway. The place is just erupting...[Spoiler (click to open)]

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[Kian the drug-crazed surgeoun has been discovered dead(?) again, by Fletch, who was wanting to kill him, the inappropriate May-Sept hot romance is in trouble, Sascha V now-nasty Dom simmers on...))]