London Irish living in Sydney Australia, fingers in lots of pies. Lover of a ditty. Q led and Irish soda bread.
Memories of Lockdownunder - Sydney
As around me the battle rages misreported in the daily pages, lockdown in Sydney town as they silence the beat of the feet walking down George street no longer people allowed to meet, light rail a snail, no bars, no cars, don't go too far and take care to scare at every case, you have a defined place in this race, you must submit to the greater good dictated by the robe and hood.
Isolate and cover your face look children playing what a disgrace, video conference wedding attended, sense of occasion mortally offended, along the beach signs say no running yet you're still allowed to go to Bunnings
Inconsistences abound as they drive small business into the ground, and for what?
To mandate a shot? Gates and his mates mates loading their plates, licking their lips at inflated infection rates, this is the new normal they like to repeat, Orwellian mantra short and sweet as common sense beats a hasty retreat.
helicopter money on the horizon death rattles of the financial system no longer surprising, waiting for the truth to finally blow off the roof of they shanty dwelling they've been selling sitting here waiting for the fog to clear as men think again and remember what they are and how we got this far, no longerwill we submit filterless against your shit, the veil about to be withdrawn with your demise a golden dawn.
