Lockdown British style.

I’ve been meaning to write something about lockdown here but it’s been too bloody depressing. I will share this though, some funny comebacks to the new Govt slogan for our path out of house arrest, sorry, lockdown and the media reaction to it.

We had STAY HOME, PROTECT THE NHS, SAVE LIVES, black on yellow with a red chevroned border. Now we have…

Note, red to green, showing a move from prohibiton to permission. Dear Lord, I bet we could run a platoon of Gurkhas for a bloody year on what the Govt paid some man bunned, soy boy Soho adman for coming up with that. Still, I get what “stay alert” means, be aware of your actions, your proximity to others etc. This leads to the second clause and thus to the third. Not hard. Frankly, anyone over ten who needs that explaining to them shouldn’t be out on their own ayway.

However, just as in the US the leftists and their media friends, wives, boyfriends, significant others, fellow Groucho Club members etc. seem determined to fail to get it and have launched a tsunami of derision and personal vitriol against the PM saying it’s vague and claiming to think we need to be on the lookout for the virus itself.

God forbid a man who is leading a nuclear armed G7 nation of 67 million people during a major crises and who’s just come back from death’s door with a month old son at home should be cut any bloody slack.

(Sorry, rant over.)

Some of the joke versions are quite nasty, but many of those coming from real folk are funny and very much of our tradition of taking the piss out of Govt.

I like these two…

This one refers to one of the staple/sacred sources of sustenance of the British, along with Booze, Tea, Bacon, Chips, burnt crispy bits and sarcasm. The cake/biscuit debate is rather like the “is Die Hard a Christmas movie?” one.