I can't go and visit my granny at her home. But I can meet with her in the pub. And knock back pints with her, with neither of us wearing a mask. I wear a mask in tescos, but the cashier smiles back at me without one. They tell us to stay at home, to reduce the onset of the Rona, then tell us its half price meals down the pub. Eat out to help out. What the fuck is that all about? It is my genuine belief, as a human born in Northern Ireland, identifying as neither Protestant or Catholic, that the Great British Government, and our devolved Circus on the Hill, off the Upper Newtownards Road, are completely full of SHITE. (At very least with their covid rules anyway) Nothing new there I guess...