Corona Diary: Day 12 – the future of horror
One thing that’s going to have to change when all this is over is how disaster movies work. It’s all very well showing tumbleweed filled streets while everyone cowers inside in fear, but now...
Author: richardmapes
Corona Diary: Day 11 – a bit of a laugh
Has anyone ever actually been pleased to have a practical joke played on them? Not just relieved when it turned out all their trousers hadn’t really been chewed up by the waste disposal, or...
Corona Virus: Day 10 – cup of tea and a biscuit
Low supplies drive you to some interesting choices. With limited supplies of flour, eggs and butter, I’m trying out some novel recipes for cakes and biscuits. This evening, I decided to try corn meal...
Review: Rocketman
Growing up, I was never a fan of Elton John. As a child of the 80’s my first musical loves were Adam and the Ants and Musical Youth. Elton John felt incredibly old and...
Corona Diary: Day 9 – it’s all gone viral
Unsurprisingly, social media is experiencing a bit of a revival. For the last year, social media has taken a bit of a beating, being blamed for everything from rigged elections , to social anxiety...
Corona Diary: Day 8
Today, Sue decided she wanted to kill me. She didn’t go about it the traditional way. Instead, she insisted I have a go at Les Mills Body Attack. I think it’s going to be...
Corona Diary: Day 7
Saturday morning is the hardest day to get out of bed. This was always true, even when you could convince yourself there were places to go. There’s always things to do though, so up...
Corona Diary: Day 6
Bethan’s really stepped up to the plate with the cooking since lockdown began. It makes sense, since everyone else in the house is still working, for Bethan to take on the cooking duties. It...
Corona Diary: Day 5
Yesterday, Goose found a squirrel. We think it was dead when he found it, but since Goose is a cat, this is by no means a certainty. What was certain was that we suddenly...
Corona Diary: Day 4
Bethan came in very triumphantly yesterday morning. She’d been to the local co-op. “I’ve got eggs,” she said with wide eyes. Unfortunately, no cooking wine because she’s not eighteen yet, but you can’t have...
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