Goveller’s Travels

Tuesday 3rd November

It was the time of Lockdown 2.0 in Brobdingnag, a disappointing sequel to the original, but a necessary bridge to spring’s much anticipated Lockdown With A Vengeance. As the plague was having two days off before it premiered, the giant
people rushed out to get last jobs done such as spreading the virus, setting up shell PPE companies, relaunching anti freedom of movement parties as pro freedom of movement parties, and getting their hair cut. I attended King Boris’s levee, where in the barber’s hand, his
majesty’s Hanlon’s razor was a sight to behold. According to the custom of the realm Boris was shaved always three weeks after he needed one, something to do with limiting parental DNA samples, and it put me in mind of an amusement wherein I spent many of my leisure hours.
I desired Michael Fabricant’s boy to save for me the combings of his travesty’s hair, whereof in time I got a good quantity; and picking forty or fifty of the strongest lengths and artificially sloping them with my knife, forged several fine Covoodoo Dolls for curiosities, which
I presented to Nigel Farage in honour of the public hands-free colonoscopies he had recently performed upon the eponymous Trump; we were here interrupted by the notable IQ dodger Richard Twice, nailing 95 theses - looking very much like a property portfolio - to the door of
Nigel’s Panzer tank. We read the re-branded xenophobia, populism and opportunism with wonder; a genuine reformation in our midst, with all the familiar faces beginning to emerge from their priest holes: Pilgrim of Mace @zatzi Rees-Mogg, the dullards to Wycliffe’s lollards, Banks
and Wigmore, even young Darren Grimes who had recently caught his ‘I love David Starkey’ tie in a printing press which he was having to drag behind him everywhere he went. Nigel was immediately resolved and the non-career career politician commanded we should begin the
SERCO led sacking of the NHS at once, and that he would not surrender a single part of his body to this protestant lockdown as it would go against everything he had stood for, since at least September.

With many thanks to @MrJunkerBarlow for requisitioning this primary sauce.

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Once more unto the bleach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wards up with our English dead.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
As armchair epidemiology:
But when data galore blow in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the ostrich;

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Ignore science, sink in the sand our heads,
Disdain fair logic or hard-favour'd Sage;
Don’t lend the facts legitimate aspect
That fly from the portage of the head
Like the brash gammon; disavow, o'erwhelm them
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now shut up shop, and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath, and call up every bigot
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Whose intellect from science and judgement
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Tuesday 27th October

My nurse Therese Coffey being at the chamber pot, the window was open and I saw in the great Brobdingnag Channel a vessel the size of Parliament Hill doing donuts in the water. We knew straightway this clandestine channel threat was
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Monday 26th October

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