“They are out of sorts in Sunderland and terribly dull in Kent” so said Noel Coward in There Are Bad Times Just Around the Corner, and just to make sure that we still feel down and out, not only does London look like it has been coated with gray undercoat during the daylight hours, (Xmas week merits something disagreeable), the fun loving tabloids are giving those affected extra problems. Not only has the BBC informed us that “due to man-made climate change” 2026 will be the hottest year on record (not bad for an organisation that finds it hard to predict the weather 12 hours hence), we are also subject to a brand new terrifying lurgi:
Yes gentlemen Adenovirus is out to get us. There is no escape, no amount of handwashing or disinfectant can save us, nor those expensive little jars of hand gel. It is incurable. There is no treatment. Pissing yourselves yet?. Reading the symptoms, it strikes me that what they are scared of is the normal short winter head cold, but that doesn’t sound important enough, still it might put people of worrying about World War 3, which is due to start tomorrow, according to the Mail and Express, or Harry Hewitt fucking Meghan Markle up the shitter live on Netflix TV, which is about the only story those two organs have not yet dreamt up.
Meanwhile, we had better “all learn the lyrics to the old Red Flag and wait until we drop down dead” (**)
Nominated by W C Boggs.




