A birthday, a funeral, and a Tesco Delivery Man

Last week I performed an ‘Artist Presentation’ for DAO. Here is the link if you weren’t able to join me live.

Thank you to all who were there and asked questions. If there are any unanswered questions, please do comment below and I will answer.

On my birthday, the following day after the presentation, I went to a family funeral in Southampton. My sister stayed with me, she drove up from Wales. The fear of the virus is more prevalent where she lives, despite the fact there have been no cases in Ceredigion.  Her peers and colleagues were shocked that she would drive to Peckham and then to Southampton.  They, in fear of her bringing back the plague, but she is a key worker, she is needed to work, as more in fear are furloughed, isolating.

A white woman standing at a door while a black Tesco delivery man brings crates of shopping to it
Liz and all the plastic with Tesco Delivery Man

The Crematorium bouncers allowed 18 of us in, my husband was no 19, but he sneaked in, I was fortunate I could be with him. The chairs were spread so my sister couldn’t sit with us.  After the beautiful and honest ceremony, our family hugged, we could not do it without hugging.

So, now, I am another year older, 56, that’s older. I never expected to live till I was past 25. I had a suicide pact when I was 16 with one of my boyfriends that at age 25, we would kill ourselves. We decided that being an adult with responsibilities was boring. We did not know at that time our brains would change and these feeling would subside, most of the time.

Our beloved Kay’s feelings of suicide did not subside, although she died of cancer, her fight for what is right in the treatment of child abuse, kept going. She was a mighty strong woman to have survived so well. She was beautiful, inside and out.  When she was well, she would care for others in voluntary settings, of course she would understand.  I am so happy I spent the new year and my last birthday with her and my cousin.

RIP Kay

What is a conspiratorialist?

I am.

Lock up and hide.

Social distancing divide

And conquer

Fear and more fear

We are all infected. We all have pieces of the virus in us. The fear compartment of the virus within us will make us take a vaccine. But what will be injecting ourselves with?

Coming soon, Covid 19.2, to a town near you

Dependency on a socialised system.  Controlled, over everything.

The media

Trump, the most powerful man in the world.

Chlorinated chicken.

And here is a poem about turkeys and being socially correct, it is always a worry to me. I never want to offend. It is about Christmas too, that is Perverse because we are the furthest, we could be from Christmas and yet it looms as the earth circles the sun each day. Or does the sun circle the earth. I am no scientist. Does it matter?

PC Turkey Lurkey

Turkey lurking in the freezer

Friends with children over for tea

“I’ll get the ice-cream,” says a mum

“No!” I shout, “I’ll get it, don’t look in there”

Nobody must see

Except you and me

Bernard Matthews has a nice smile

But his voice is sinister like a paedophile

No its not, that’s a terrible thing to say

He’s probably a really nice man and gay

No, I can’t say that

He’s just a nice man who’s into poultry

 

Tesco bigger and better plastic bags
Covid and more and more plastic

 

 

 

 

 

Husband Rupert assisting Tesco Delivery Man

A white bald man stands at a doorway as another white bald man in a tesco delivery uniform stands on the other side with crates of shopping
Husband assisting Tesco Delivery Man

Here is a photo of my husband with the Tesco Delivery Man, in theory, as I am home shielding, I shouldn’t have been sleeping in the same bed as him, or enjoying baths together, or indeed eating together, for however many weeks it has been.

Lord Baden Powell’s statue has come down.  My dad would be turning in his grave if his ashes hadn’t been thrown off Southend Pier.  My mother’s ashes were thrown off Cromer pier where we used to go on holidays. My sister and I hoped that if they wanted to be together, they’d merge somewhere along the English Channel and the North Sea.

My parents lived for Scouting. As adults they became members of a Methodist church Scout guild and they remained members throughout their lives.  Both my parents helped produce Scout Gang Shows and my father was the store’s manager every four years when 2,500 Scouts, from all over the world, descended on Belchamps, in Hockley, for the Essex Scout Jamboree. The 1980 Jamboree is documented in my blog ‘From Essex to London in 101 boyfriends’ (it is now a book called ‘Jigsaw’ which will be published soon, I hope, well, in the next two years).

As for Baden Powell and Hitler, one night I was performing at a cabaret night, wearing my Brownie Uniform (it still fits) at an Edinburgh Fringe venue (my shows were daytime and in the evenings I guested at various comedy and cabaret nights).

“You look like Hitler Youth” someone said as I got up on stage.  On researching the link between Baden Powel and Hitler, it turns out that Scout groups did join up with Hitler Youth for camping trips etc. There was a play written by Glenn Chandler and put on at Edinburgh Fringe last year, “Baden-Powell instigated it. He was fooled by Hitler, who he thought was fighting communists”. Glenn Chandler says about his play “The Good Scout”.

We are all fighting the ‘Virus’, well we think we’re fighting the virus. The virus is part of nature, we are fighting much, much, more under the surface.

Perhaps the statue could be left up, with another two built either side, one of a the “Good Boy Scout” and one of a “Hitler Youth” boy, two vulnerable children with two very different ‘fathers’.

This blog is not as long or polished as the others because I am working on my artist presentation.  Keep the time in your diary free, 24th June 3pm, Facebook live! With a Q and A. Can’t wait, I have a surprise guest appearance.

 

Here is a poem about one of the many boyfriends I had at the 1980 Essex International Jamboree.  Just me and a friend were helping my father dole out the food to the 2,500 scouts.  We were the only girls camping there.

 

Austrian Boy Scouts

 

Korben Rupert

Lovely