Doesn’t pre-pandemic life seem like a million years ago…….?
Knowing which day it is has become a thing of the past; the only things separating them seem to be the latest bumbling address from Downing Street detailing the latest death toll or alternating which supermarket within a 5km radius to visit. Being excited by the homeware section in the Clapham High Street Sainsburys (!) Holidays, nightclubs and house parties becoming a distant, fantastical and exotic memory. Boxsets wearily started, stopped, restarted then re-discarded again (House of Cards Season 6? – I dont think so). Endless endless circuits of running and walking around Brockwell Park. Here is a selection of some of the pandemic- related work I did last summer. Still waiting for the vaccine call…..
Lockdown Day 68: Run, run, run, run, try and figure out the Apple Watch, run, run, run, avoid walkers, buggies and other runners, run, run, run, run, run, try not to think about what data of yours is being recorded, run, run, try not to think what might be coming down the line pandemic-wise, run, run, run, run……
Our Great White Hope I was once advised by an AOI (Association of Illustrators) representative to save any rants that I might have, political or otherwise – for Twitter. But I just cannot get the hang of it. So I’m going to rant here, about the podgy, bumbling, Suetonius-quoting, lying, mendacious, calculating, spineless, slothful, greedy, entitled, gormless, self-promoting twat that has manouevered himself into the leadership of our country and dropped us into the Brexit toilet bowl. Not to mention his appalling mistakes and poor judgement with regard to dealing with the pandemic. Words fail me.