Post 378. THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL...

IS PROBABLY A NON-STOP EXPRESS TRAIN.

SO TO END A CRAP YEAR this short post is written wishing all who read it A Happy, Healthy and Prosperous 2021.
If we missed you out in this year's somewhat diminished festive card bun fight please accept our apologies. My Leader did all that again this year and I sat around looking suitably helpless – a knack I have perfected to a fine art.
Sorry to be so downbeat, but with the new high speed coronavirus on the loose, and Facebookers currently spreading the message HAPPY NEW TIER EVERYONE, next year's prospect looks no better.
I gather we have not been helped over here by those brave locals who (never mind Hands - Face - Space) have declared themselves too independent to keep a sensible distance from others or wear a mask.
Christ!
And we did away with lunatic asylums!
Well, we're all locked indoors, so now what do we do?
INVARIABLY WE TURN TO NETFLIX.

AN IMPROVEMENT ON THE REST, even if it is mostly a load of 'B' movies. I'll not list 'em, or rabbit on about Christmas Tele.
No more negativity this year my dears.
Anyway, this computer is in the extension/conservatory/garden room/whatever and it's bloody cold here right now, so I'm off to a warm living room, at least until next year.
Take care. You're a special person.

Post 377. THERE ARE MORE OUT THAN IN.

AND MOST OF THEM CAME HERE.

TO THIS TIER ONE ISLAND.
They came in their unwanted hordes from near and far to get noisily drunk and show the Isle of Wight what irresponsible twits human beings can be. On Saturday 5th of December our police cells were jampacked with the useless bastards. More of them were in custody here than in any nearby south coast county. It was mayhem. So much for being the only Tier One designated area in the south east.
Since the type of policing that probably prevailed when we came here fifty two years ago is no longer acceptable, it is unlikely that the prime troublemakers were carefully selected, firmly chastised and, bruisedly convinced that future visits to these shores would be highly inadvisable, put on the earliest boat back to the mainland.
So I guess they'll keep returning now until our coronavirus figures go up high enough to force an amendment to the Tier One designation.
Don't imagine I have always welcomed them as summer visitors, either. Since I own neither a hotel nor or a guest house, I have only ever viewed visiting drivers as hazards on our dicey Island roads: much like those slow old locals who kid themselves they're 'safe' behind the wheel (and who were largely responsible for my decision to give up driving).
It's a mad world.
Enough of the grinch stuff.
CHRISTMAS IS UPON US.

Yep. Here we are again. Back to the world of 'Why did we ever take the decorations down?' 'How long have we got left to send a card to Timbuktu?' and, this year: 'How do we price this properly when we no longer have a village post office to take it to?'
Yes, that's our Britain in still-no-deal Brexit 2020.
Happy Christmas my dears.
Stay as safe as you possibly can.