Lockdown!!! :S (Blog 185)

We all know coronavirus sucks. That’s obvious. My knees also suck. They were making great progress, but I pushed things too far too quickly, and my pain has come back with a vengeance, in the form of more than audible clicking. All that effort and time, and now it’s back to square one. (Or so it seems). When at the gym, I’ve stopped working out on the treadmill as it’s not exactly fun, but I’m still on the hiking and rowing machines because they cause me no problems. But should I be? Maybe I should give my joints a more complete rest. But until the gym shuts down (well actually it might not), I’m going to keep going there, because I enjoy it so much. Maybe everything happens for a reason. Maybe the gym will close so my knees are forced to get better. No only joking. In fact I’m joking so much, I think an apology is in order. I’m not REALLY suggesting the world is on lockdown so I can recover from mild pain. Too far.

Look on the bright side, though. I heard a rumour that the military will be patrolling the streets to make sure everyone is safe inside. There are times I do wish the army were walking around. Let’s see how confident yobs are when multiple machine guns are pointed at them. Probably not very. So that’s something. But naturally, there is another bummer. I was really hoping to go to a comedy club yesterday, before everything was put on hold, but I literally missed out, just at the last minute. (Well last day). The damn tubes were shutting down at night, meaning I’d be stranded in London if I went to the performance. Then I got an email saying the gig was cancelled and even though I paid for a ticket, they kinda didn’t want to refund me because they were going through hardship. It’s definitely a strange situation where perfectly legitimate refunds are denied. Imagine Amazon not delivering something you ordered and saying ‘tough’. :S

Not only that, the London Comedy Writers meeting on Tuesday was cancelled, as well as an upcoming party celebrating the launch of the first series of ‘A Comedy of Gamers’. Sure I wasn’t a part of the original episodes, I’ve just been collaborating with the sophomore series, so I didn’t really need to be there as much as some of the potential partiers, but come on! What am I supposed to do in the following weeks or even months?? At first I was so frustrated by that thought, I was thinking to myself ‘why not just get everyone infected and get it out of their systems?’ Then I thought ‘no, that’s crazy’. Would you believe it, later I heard that was a potential idea the government had in mind! Maybe I should work for them. Here are some other ideas politicians may be interested in: Free knee-care for people called ‘Simon’; free copies of ‘The Danger of Proverbs’ for anyone feeling sad; the right to have goes on soldier’s guns. Maybe firing at trees or the sky could work.

Hmm… What else is there to say? Oh yes, I saw someone donated ‘White Pony’ by Deftones to a charity shop. Hahaha! What a joker! What a way to keep up your spirits by giving away the best album EVER! I believe that’s black humour. I didn’t buy a second, backup copy, just in case the do-gooder had a change of heart. What I did pick up however, were some albums I found I didn’t like so much. Some were alright I guess, but the one I really did want - something by Everclear - was in bad condition. That was annoying. Will it have the glory of entering my collection? Probably not, I think it’s going on top of my ‘reject stack’. I also picked up an album that was brand new and hadn’t even had the plastic wrapping taken off. The donator didn’t even give it a try? I admit ‘Bone of my Bones’ is a dumb if not nonsensical name for a release, but I’m still going to check it out at least once! Anyway… … … Bye!