“We did our makeup to hang out and did not want to ruin it. Sweat and makeup is not a good combination, and it can be dangerous to sit in a hot mask on a long journey like we had.” Dangerous… yeah, right.
This is just about as quiet an interim bureau as I have ever inhabited during the past 19 years, especially as it is one of those rare places in the UK that has no wi-fi signal, perhaps a sign from someone on high telling me I need to slow down.
Case numbers are certainly not low here. Not that I would know it judging from my first walk through my local village today, when there was nary a mask in sight.
The closest I have come to an overseas trip in ten months is via my regular ferry rides between Discovery Bay and Central. Now I can experience the real thing again at last.
When comparing notes while, like me, working on the weekend, Tian Qin quoted me an old Chinese proverb, ‘Happy life is from hard working.’ I guess that makes me a very happy man indeed.
Amid all the talk about sector ‘recovery’, the reality is that any such curve is going to be country by country, route by route, step by step (in both directions). Inch by bloody inch.
Unless Sunil’s own extreme magnetism sets off the airport metal detector, the titanium plate will not.
There are plenty of positive stories if you know where to look for them and both want and know how to write them.
Half time goes by/Suddenly you’re wise/Another blink of an eye/Sixty-four is gone.
Courtesy of Kelly and Kiehl’s, and with both Moxie and the real Martin now having a body double in place, I’ll surely scale what had seemed not just a hill but a whole mountain range.
The travel bans and quarantine hotels are this new philosophy’s first, most shocking manifestation. For the first time since the mid-Forties, governments are preventing citizens from leaving their countries, via hard borders.
What a difference a change of President makes. No, I’m not talking the US where sometime between now and Jo Biden’s inauguration day, Donald Trump will finally be prised like a limpet from a rock out of the White House.
I now have the Bob Dylan Xmas album playing and I can confirm that no-one has ever wrecked ‘Little Drummer Boy’ quite so magnificently.