
Lunch-time wanderings again but on this occasion with a twist. The COVID-19 calamity presented the chance to obtain a soulless, way-too-sharp semi-decent snap of London Road from the roundabout. And yes, I was ‘distancing’ as I ordinarily do (for people in this part of the world generally stink), and also donning ‘Corona Clobber’, i.e., latex gloves and surgical mask.
In any other age, the frame would be rammed with our clunky buses. But not today.
2020 is historical.
The recently departed Kenny Rogers will for me always be synonymous with The Big Lebowski (1998) and that triumphant dream sequence.
Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in ….
Rock on, Kenny.

I am fond of the cheese that is alliteration – the bombast of these doc titles grabs my attention. You are usually guaranteed a slice of the surreal, and Tiger King features some of the oddest (real-life) characters Netflix has ever plucked from the fringes. One baffling subplot after another shocks as it entertains, and there are moments that are so … frankly nuts one questions the verisimilitude of it all. The resultant memes have been off the scale.
And this song is an addiction:
Further reading:
https://www.harpersbazaar.com/culture/film-tv/a31925589/tiger-king-netflix-tweets-memes/
https://www.gamesradar.com/tiger-king-netflix-true-crime-documentary-joe-exotic/

A (historical) pal of mine said to me the other day that growing up in Gorgie was like “battling through gorilla warfare”.
Very accurate.
There used to be a bingo to the left of the snap. I went to school with the lad who burned it to the ground many years ago. We all know he did it but never spoke about the act to the authorities.
Never rat on your friends, and always keep your mouth shut.

Convincingly Vanilla Skyesque visuals in Gorgie this afternoon, with most residents ‘self-isolating’ (or whatever) as all semblance of civilisation crumbles.
I expect martial law and food rationing by May.