Solitary Confinement.

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I thought long and hard about making this nom and apologise for the somewhat sombre tone of it.

I think it’s pretty fair to say that solitary confinement is a cruel, sadistic and inhuman form of punishment. And yet we have our government enforcing it on it’s subjects who have broken no laws.

Please note I am not downplaying coronovirus in any way, shape or form, it’s a horrible disease and I have every sympathy with people affected by it. I’ll use myself as an example – again, I am not trying to evoke anyone’s pity just attempting to put a different perspective on things.

I live on my own. I have a brother who is many miles away and the rest of family and my friends are an equal distance away in the opposite direction. My parents are both deceased and I have no children. I don’t mind living on my own but my one method of escape was visiting the pub. I could meet people even if I didn’t particular like them but at least I was interacting. Unfortunately that little avenue of pleasure has now been closed off.

However I can go to the supermarket and get closer then the arbitrary 2 metres of the checkout girl to pay. Couldn’t this girl just as well be the barmaid at my local? The pubs stayed open during the Blitz for fuck’s sake. Anyway, I’ve drifted. Being on your own with no other human contact your mind plays tricks. You start thinking about all sorts of things which really don’t make any sense.

I’ve re-read some of my posts here and realise I wouldn’t have made them under different circumstances – apologies to anyone who’s taken offence. I always read Isac’s own Mike’s Place excellent blogs and there was one where I think he stated that suicides went down during the Blitz. However, I can see the reverse happening if this lockdown goes on for much longer. Please note, I repeat I am NOT wallowing in self-pity and rest assured I will not add to the suicide rate. Hopefully we can get back to normality asap and get the fucking pubs open!

P.S. Admin, I have no objection if you feel this is too miserable and morbid to post but I’m just glad to have got it off my chest.

It is not morbid, some of the cunts on here have survived a lot worse, it could be a group therapy thing.

Nominated by Cupid Stunt

62 thoughts on “Solitary Confinement.”

  1. Feel for you CS – It is shit but i’m now finding it easier than week one and two. I got a routine.
    Morning – Work
    Afternoon – Walk dog then beer in the garden or shed (weather dependent)
    Evening – Mundane tasks for Mrs DAz then relax reading or listening to music (last night Vivaldi).
    Very hard to embrace a slow pace of life admittedly !

  2. There is isolation and isolation, what is happening now is a long way from isolation, no one is being locked in a room for weeks on end with nothing at all.

    TV, social media, it’s ok to go out for fresh air, all we are being asked to do is stay 2 meters away from others, it’s fine to have a chat with your neighbour at a distance of 2 metres or more.

    Going to the supermarket is one thing, essential to buy food but going to the pub isn’t, it’s not going to last forever and it’s called managing the risk so just get on with it.

    On a side note, I was in the supermarket yesterday and two fucking women having a chat in the aisle, they were a few feet apart but basically blocking the aisle so no one could get past, cunts!
    To add to this the shop had a one in one out policy so any ‘normal’ person would go in get round as quickly as possible and out again so poor cunts aren’t standing outside waiting to come in….. fucking people, no common sense!

  3. Mate, it’s truly a sign of strength and character that you are willing to share this.

    And it’s legitimate to voice concern over the long term effects of a total shutdown. It’s a debate we must start to have. And it’s not about ‘lives vs the economy’ at all.

    When the looming threat of suicides due to isolation and all manner of economic realities starts to become apparent, it will be seen as ‘lives vs lives’.

    It should always have been seen that way. And don’t feel guilty or weak for pointing it out. We are entering a new phase now. The collective malais is being fought on many more fronts than just Covid 19.

    And of fucking course I’m not down playing the threat and tragedy Covid 19 is manifesting upon the world either. But, we might have to start making a new cost/benefit analysis of our current strategy as and when the numbers of deaths from Covid 19 start to fall and the indirect effects of dealing with it start to amplify.

    All the best to A Cunt Who Cunts Cunts.
    Stay strong, keep sharing and feel proud you are capable of showing vulnerability. It’s not weak. It’s massively, massively strong.

    • ^This

      I read today that the Furlough plan is going to cost them about 4 times their estimates. If this goes on for 6 months it could end up costing the same as the NHS’s entire annual budget.

      And then Raab turns round and says it’s too early to think about an exit strategy. This should be the number one priority and should have been as soon as they put us on lockdown.

      • Yup. And when you start to connect the economic factors to the running of the NHS itself, you realise there is a cut-off point to the utility in our current strategy. A very natural one.

        I guess it’s just that now we must focus on the immediate danger of NOT of failing to follow the strategy, instead of losing focus to long-term thinking. I get that. I do.

        But, we’ve just signed away all of our civil liberties. I think it’s only fair, in return, we get to speculate about when we get those liberties back.

        And thank fuck it was a Tory, smaller-government, pro-freedom government that reluctantly stewarded the Corona Bill into implementation.

        Honestly, I think this thing goes on for maybe…3 months tops before the insanity of fucking ourselves economically becomes too apparent to sidestep.

      • The damage will be done in three months, probably irrevocably IMO, we’re starring down the barrel of another great depression.Very few companies have three months of working capital just knocking around and yet again the idiocy and naivety of our political classes have been shown up in their woeful underestimation of this.

        The problem is the Gov’t have now painted themselves into a corner in part due to the mass hysteria that’s been whipped up by the media that this is somehow the next Bubonic plague which it clearly isn’t. I still talk to people who think we just need to treat it as three week holiday and then everything is suddenly going to be back to normal, it clearly isn’t.

        It would seem to make far more sense to me to keep the economy running as effectively as it can while protecting those most vulnerable. I think it became evident that that policy was probably going to unworkable given the numbers of elderly people who continued to be out and about 3 weeks ago now (and I still groups of them out walking their dogs even now) despite being advised not to be.Rightly or wrongly many wouldn’t see why they should be treated differently from lower risk grooups.

        But, for me at least, a strategy like this had the potential to result in some sort of herd immunity (if that even exists) because I fail to see how this lockdown is going to stop a second wave unless significant social distancing measures are in place for months on end which isn’t going to facilitate any real economic recovery pushing us even further towards the abyss.

      • J Peasmold Gruntfuttock, agreed.

        The hysteria you’ve mentioned is itself a vector onto which we are being attacked. The strict cultural and societal line of reasoning on this issue has been ENTIRELY dictated to us by that hysteria. We are not allowed to ask questions about any of this stuff. And, truthfully, I don’t think many ‘experts’ really know what is happening or what caused Covid 19. We’re all flailing in the dark on this one, in my opinion.

        I have been making these sceptical noises for nearly 6 weeks now. And all it causes is silence and discomfort among my colleagues and friends. Fair, I suppose. Maybe, they are thinking the same thing as me but are waiting for more information to confirm their suspicions that this current strategy might cause much more harm than good if not managed extremely carefully.

        I listened to a good podcast with Peter Hitchens and Brendan O’Neil yesterday that voiced similar concerns. There are thinkers out there presenting these ideas in an intelligent and considered way.

        Thank god.

    • Been a while since I commented on this site , read it every day , site is loosing its humour, we are not in anyway isolated, TV radio visits to stores , as a ex Royal Marine this site is full of soy boy pussies 👍

  4. The Birdman of Alcatraz was in solitary confinement for 40 years or something. Fuck me how would cope with that? I the think a lot went crazy on The Rock.

    I have been locked up in a police cell a few times. The worst experience was when I was hungover and they were late taking it to the CPS. About 22 hours. Hungover in absolute silence. And I was starting to lose it.
    There is a sound of silence. Like bells ringing far distant.

    I don’t think I have helped CS. Try to think that this sacrifice is helping the NHS cope.

    • Remind me not to have you talk me down off the window ledge Miles!!
      ☺

      • Heehe, was only teasing you Miles, ive no doubt youd make a great Samaritan!
        Years ago I found a old bloke in the woods, hed had either a heart attack or a seizure out with his equally old wife who was distraught.
        I ran to a factory nearby who phoned for a ambulance then ran back to help.
        At the time I had long hair &beard, the old guy came round laying on the ground with me leaning over him, nearly had another one!
        Think he thought i was Jesus!😁

      • What did he say Miserable? “Fuck me Jesus, you’ve been eating your Weetabix!”

      • His eyes bulged LL,
        Looked a bit shocked.
        Know what?
        His missus never thanked me, stayed with them till ambulance came etc,
        Not so much as ‘cheers mate’.
        Rude old cunt.

  5. Get a ps4, will definitely help with the boredom of being stuck in the house, can be quite easy to lose a few hours playing games, might sound like I’m taking the piss but seriously it helped me when i was i didn’t have a job or a bird which is the closest I’ve been to solitary.
    I’m lucky, I’ve got my mrs and stepkids and one on the way (my first, absolutely shitting myself) so i have something to look forward to after work, but if i didn’t, it’d be reefers and video games, shit existence but stops you going bananas

    Chin up

    • Fucking right.

      I started Fallout 4 five years ago and didn’t take to it. In fact, I just played Dark Souls games for five years, as and when I had a moment.

      But, I just got into Fallout 4. Amazing game and allows for an infinite amount of exploration and fun.

      Obviously, a primary way to deal with isolation is exercise. That’s no 1. I’ve been lifting weights 3 days a week and even did some Muay Thai training/sparring on the seafront with my nephew yesterday (we’re living together).

      • Fallout is a perfect example of a game you can get lost in, i hammered fuck out of all of them, can play for an hour and only walk thru 2 doors, very good games

        Exercise is key as well, otherwise you just couch potato, i don’t have time for anything now, work long hours then family at home which is where i count myself extremely lucky

  6. The Mrs is not taking this so well, and thinks it is terrible, I have got on with painting (until I ran out of paint) Gardening, yes I have sieved a whole raised bed The Mrs wonders how I do it.
    Almost 30 years ago I got on the wrong side of the wrong people and despite what you think the British government is not a global influence and you are nothing.
    I ended up in an “Investigation center” and I will tell you what I was happy that I did because at that point the Consul new I was alive and I was documented as such, the time before that was fucking dodgy and the interrogations pointless acts of sadism.
    I had a cell, a squat toilet and a bed, I was not allowed to sit or or lay on the bed till the light went out (no window) so I would sit on the floor from 06.00 to 21.00 hrs I would get 3 deliverys of soup and bread a day.
    What fucked me off was a speaker in the ceiling, it either played a rerun cassette of “Patriotic” music, or static.
    You would think that this would drive you mad, to an extent it probably did, occasionally some one would loose it and scream or kick the doors and the guards would open them up and give them a kicking up and down the corridor, I got quite good at identifying pretend pain and real pain noises (the real ones are quieter).
    Some of them would break the handles of their spoons and swallow them, the reason they did this was there was a high chance of it piercing their stomach wall and killing them in a kicking.
    That was probably the only rule there, they were not allowed to kill us.
    Then the consul would come, normal questions, are you ok, are they treating you well? Lets face it, they would walk out that door, I wouldn’t so the answers were the same, fine, I am ok, I have food, do call again.
    Then one day we were all friends again and it was a miss understanding, yes ok and I love you too.
    So this is a piece of piss.

    • Just to note, I was detained as a foreign national and at risk of flight, They were after a foreign national and the charges were quite serious, on their arrest I was released, That person was then found not guilty after a 3 year investigation, we strangely enough became good friends and occasionally speak, though our relationship is a very distant one due to his continued “activities”.
      I was however summoned to another meeting some months later in a different town, The charges were distribution of opiates on the front line.
      The charges were made by a local on the grounds that a, a local had overdosed, B, there was a large amount of needles and syringes in the burning pit at the unit house (due to on site tetnas shots done to all troops) and C, the foreign troops all carried morphine stirets round their necks.
      I have to say I was not the only one dragged in and disarmed, Further to this, after the last incident I was not so keen to “come along” and pulled out a hand-grenade (30 meter defensive) negotiations spun along at lighting speed and the person who had made the accusation removed from our proximity, for their own safety.
      Yet again we were all friends again.

  7. Well I’ve returned to a hobby that lapsed a while back. Being alone is a sod of a thing but you’ve made a big step to dealing with it. Remember Sartre said “Hell is other people” (alright he was French so what would he know) when at the end of his play “No Exit” when he realises he is confined forever in a room with three other people. Bad enough it is Hell but they are French too!

    Hope you feel better, regards,
    Mr Angry

  8. You have my sympathy CS, but this situation is in no way comparable to the blitz.

    Socialising in a pub during the blitz did not make it more likely that you would catch a bomb; but socialising in the pub during this Coronavirus epidemic would make it a lot more likely you’d be infected or infect others and have to receive treatment from the overstretched NHS.

    Sorry I can’t be of any actual help mate. All the best to you.

  9. My home is the best (so far) place of internment I’ve ever been stuck in.

  10. I’m in a strange place at the moment. Not long moved into my new home, the first one I’ve actually bought myself. It needs a fair bit of work, so I’ve been busy doing what I can, but it’s a bit of a tip at the moment, and I won’t have a functioning kitchen until the lockdown ends. All this will be for nothing if I lose my job, but for some reason I’m not worrying as much as usually do. And I normally worry about everything, so it is unusual for me.
    As for isolation, I lived alone mostly in my twenties and thirties, shift work isn’t the best for a social life, but I have great friends and we would all get together as much as possible, none the less, I spent a lot of time on my own, and I was ok with that. Then I met the wife to be, and embarked on 12 years of cohabiting, which for the most part I loved. Then she left, and I had to learn to live alone again, which was hard, but I got there in the end.
    What has been difficult for me is not being able to see my family and friends. Generally it’s only once a week I see either, but that is usually enough to charge the batteries. My father has dementia, and in the past two years it’s got gradually worse, every week there is a little bit less of him, so this is time lost that I can never get back. Thanks, China.

  11. Now has been the opportunity to catch up on the motorbike’s requirements, improve my shooting, think about where a longrunning project is going next, and give up smoking. Do stuff for which you can pat yourself on the back…that’s important. I’ve been on my own most of my life, so none of this isolation stuff hits too hard, except the daily observation that some of my neighbours aren’t taking the issue as seriously as I am. Cunts are always with us.
    It may help to imagine you are on a solo sea voyage, with no access to anything you haven’t brought with you. Though your logistical planning may be much better than that of the fucking supermarkets whose just-in-time global supply chains remain unfit for purpose.
    On reflection, it’s the sheer half-arsed incompetence of everyone associated with the lockdown wheeze that really grips my shit.

    Courage, mes braves!

    • On the solo voyage theme let me mention a film called ‘All is lost’ about just that. There’s naff all dialogue but well worth the watch. Robert Redford and nobody else. Free on YouTube.
      Dog help us if the internet goes down.

  12. I’m in the house with the other half two of her kids and her daughters boyfriend. Solitude is something I miss. My sons decided he’d rather stay in his uni accommodation and my daughter started working as a nurse in a hospital last Monday.

    I think this is a cunt for any of us and the main culprit is the removal of choice. I sympathise with you CS, I can find a little solitude in the bedroom if needed, impossible to find company home alone.

    Chin up mate, ISAC is the only place I can find like minded folk to let off steam with right now.

  13. Maybe iyou might want to think about getting a dog. Its not for everyone but can be very rewarding. I have two now. To be honest my bitch is a very independent soul, bit like a cat, but the rescued neutered male is a sop who never leaves my side.

    • Apparently the British Vets Association are advising people to keep their cats indoors. Are they fucking joking? Mine’s been out three times already this morning. If I didn’t let her out to patrol her territory I’d be subjected to a campaign of intimidation.
      As far as isolation is concerned, things haven’t changed all that much for me. Keeping my distance from 99% of the population isn’t a hardship, it’s a pleasure.

      Cat looks at it’s owner and says, “I am going out now, would you like me to put the radio on for you?”

      • Mow, mow, mow, mowwwww, YAOOOOOL!!!!!!
        That’s what happens if I don’t let my cat outside.

      • The BVA are over reacting surely. What evidence do they have? None. Not a UK gov request either so they can fuck off.

        The advice should be more along the lines of wipe your cat down before and after it goes out.

  14. I’m on my own. Alone but for my trusty dog. I have a garden so I can relax there and look at my fruit trees and I realize I’m lucky as a lot don’t.

    I don’t like this quarantine and I feel for you, Cupid.

    I’ve almost trained my pooch to go to the shop for me to fetch more tortilla crisps and rosé. Should I attach a note to Doggo’s collar?

    • Read this when you first put it up as a nom Cupid,
      And even my dark little heart softened.
      Hope your finding it a bit easier, its not other people i miss its the freedom to go wherever i choose, but this wont last forever, and you have friends on here who are sympathetic.
      Take care, best wishes
      Miserable.
      King in the North.

  15. I’d love to never have to speak to a member of the general public again.
    They’re all cunts.

  18. I’d start small, I have already started a texting people with messages like “Dear CuntyBollocks I had a dump and it looked like you” (apologies CB), you will know who to target. Join mumsnet with a view to getting yourself banned, calculate your departure and channel your inner Melvin Udall (reason accountability etc). Make your own tin foil hat (you can’t have mine) and review conspiraloon.blogspot.com, it’s now defunct like Blairwatch but it should get the juices going. I am being guided, in a not so subtle manner, toward yoga videos – ralgex here I come, I don’t feel I should be alone in this car crash of an idea – you up for it?

  19. Well, you could be in a hospital bed, a tube down your throat and your fucking life ebbing away. You won’t be alone but the only people you can see will be hazy figures dressed from head to toe in lime green. You won’t see their faces and you won’t know their names but you won’t give a flying fuck anyway.
    I intend to live, let some other cunt die. I’ve got fucking scores to settle.

  20. Having been socially isolated by choice for at least 20 years ( according to the compiler of my better half’s care plan) I survive as two dogs and the wife depend on me. Not being totally alone makes it bearable I suppose though sometimes I miss the work banter and general fucking about that my colleagues and I indulged in.
    My hobby of archery allows me to vent my frustration by using my printer to produce photoshopped images of people I detest A3 size to attach to my backyard target.
    I then spend an hour or so perforating image as many times as I can. Works for me.
    Restores my “centre” and gives the noisy cunt the other side of the ditch something else to worry about.

    • One dozen tiny Blair/Mandelson/Branson/Welby (etc) targets coming up, for my 15m air rifle range… creative thinking, BB!

      • Very glad to ease the pain of these interesting times. Very good shooting Komodo slotting the bastards though not of course literally just feels so good.

  21. Can we pause in this introspection to mourn the passing of Black the Ripper, a talented musician rapper apparently. He will be greatly missed by me and no doubt most of the cunts on this site. Whoever the fuck he was.

    Also, Jimmy Greaves in hospital. In this case I really do wish him well.

    • Yeah, i’ve had Greavsie in the dead pool for months until that Black and White Cunt nicked him off me last time. He better not snuff it or B&W is going to get a lot more than a tongue up his arsehole. Thieving fucking pikey cunt.

  22. Since this started I’ve had to take myself in hand, so my arms are getting plenty of exercise at home. But my legs could do with a longer walk.

  23. I’m by myself most of the time, wife is a Submariner in the Navy, so talking to her is sometimes quite impossible as you can imagine. She’s away at the moment actually.

    Apart from her, I have no friends in the area where I live and I’m estranged from my family (the cunts).

    So, for weeks on end there is just me and my dog – I’m used to it now, it’s no biggie. I don’t drink, so don’t miss pubs.

    Saying that, I do feel sorry for Cupid Stunt, it must be difficult when the only avenue you have to combat loneliness is closed off indefinitely.

    K.V.F

  24. I feel for you Cupid. I’m in exactly the same position as yourself. My local ( only 20 feet away) was/ is my sanctuary. I go over, have a pint and a laugh, nip back home, peel some spuds, head over again, another pint and a laugh, head back home, put the dinner on and so on and so forth.
    The best thing about the place is it’s place in the community, which is very tight knit, so everyone knows everyone, and we can cunt cunts on a regular basis.
    It’s not going to last forever, so take heart in that and when it’s over, we will remember how important these places are.

  25. I´m stuck at my mother-in-law´s place with my wife and am going crazy. The first thing I think every morning when I wake up is “when can I reasonably go back to bed again?”

    Thank God there a neighbour´s little Siamese cat that is always dropping by. It rubs itself against my leg and stares at me with its blue eyes. If only it was a little Siamese girl – or tranny. I´m willing to try anything to stave off the screaming boredom.

  26. Dear Cupid,
    I understand it is difficult time.

    The Samaritans are brilliant.
    Please contact them by e-mail or phone

    Ring 116 123 ( free on home phones and mobiles. They don’t show up on the phone bill.

    E-mail.
    jo@samaritans.org

    Phone is quicker but email is good if you don’t want to talk.

    https://www.samaritans.org/how-we-can-help/contact-samaritan/

    P.s Admin, I hope you don’t mind I put this here. I hope this helps anyone in need.

    Keep your chin up and your upper lip stiff and British.

  28. Hang in there Cupid – it’s a cliche but true – you are not alone when you have friends 👍
    Rattling around on a bicycle is also a good thing to do, and hopefully you can give the bird to the three abreast lycra warriors (or, slow f*ckers who get in my way as I call them – seriously, all the gear, no idea, and dog slow! Out the way posers, Fox coming through!) as you go by them!
    Infested with them lately where I am, bleeding traffic cloggers, so I ride at night.

  29. Stand at the window staring intently until the neighbours show up. Problem solved.

  30. To kill time I’ve been going on line and buying the odd thing.
    Today I bought a first aid kit, thought I’d treat myself….

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