Big Bad Dom - Covid enquiry

Human existence throws up millions of remarkable things daily including; how funny it is that a picture, a song or a scent can transport me back to a specific time and place in a heartbeat. Whilst I’m certainly not comparing the vision of the sunken, haunted scowl of Dominic Cummings at the COVID inquiry to the feelings invoked when seeing Turner’s “The Fighting Temeraire’. Or the image of my then ex-girlfriend standing by the record player with her new boyfriend every time I hear ‘This Old Heart of Mine’ by The Isley Brothers or even the giddy response I get when a well-dressed businesswoman glides past leaving the most subtle trail of Eau Dynamisante in her wake.

But certainly, the preoccupied hollow look of the Conservatives (unelected) Covid Commissar shot me straight back to 2020, sitting at my home office desk during the height of the pandemic. 

 

Now, I must confess to being somewhat morbidly interested in old Dom. The fact that he moved to Russia after graduating from Oxford is often overlooked (maybe it isn’t true, another Wiki-lie?). His determination to eviscerate and evaporate obstacles (or taking up wilful and contrarian positions) is something to be examined in more detail at another time. 

 

It also reminds me yet again that the right often seems to have the reputation for more radical thinking and “big brain” ideas than the left, a sort of the devil has all the best tunes motif that strikes me as being very tired and overplayed. When surely there are enough dynamic leftist thinkers proposing new and vibrant ways of creating a more equitable society – surely? (Note to self: like whom? more work to be done!).

 

Anyway, back to the matter in hand. Cummings at the COVID post-mortem has dredged up all sorts of memories of a) my own personal experience of lockdown and b) the complete and utter shit show that the Buffoon and his puppeteer oversaw. A reminder to all concerned never ever leave a complete narcissist in control of a country in a crisis (UK/USA you have been warned).  To be honest, the lived experience in Australia seems to have been considerably better than that of GB & NI, despite having our own clown at the helm.

 

The horror of Dr Stewart Pearson (aka the Dominator) thinking he knew better than Westminster mandarins might be technically true but at no single stage did old Dommy two brains comprehend that his reprehensible and neolithic approach to man/woman management might be adding to the carnage. The upside/downside of deluded self-styled thought leaders is that their interpersonal skills are so appalling they can never see things through. 

 

Anyway, those lockdown memories keep flooding back. 

 

Plus	Minus
Not having to speak to anyone	Diminishing savings
Time to play the guitar	Bad food decisions
Grow a daft beard	Err…
Listen to John Lee Hooker all day	That’s it… except for
Quiet streets	When lockdown was lifted
No need for excuses for not working	When lockdown was lifted
Not having to speak to anyone…	When lockdown was lifted

 

TBC