51 thoughts on “Tuesday’s Papers

  1. Charger Salmons

    Brexit talks latest – word is Macron has capitulated on fish and a deal is close.
    Quelle surprise, as the cheese-eating surrender monkeys would say.
    Boris standing firm.

    1. Cú Chulainn

      You do know that it’s just theatre Salmons.. Bozo caved months ago.. anyway, is it not lights out and phones in the locker at 12 where you are..?

    2. scottser

      whether there is a deal or not will depend on the outcome of the US presidential election. if trump gets in there won’t be a deal but if biden does, boris’s tongue will be slurping away on barnier’s fundament for the forseeable. so, you’re forecasting a biden win then, spaffer?

  2. Lilly

    I can’t decide whether Trump looks more like a hit man or a traffic cop in those ridiculous gloves.

  3. SOQ

    I see The Telegraph has picked up on the comments made by Tom Jefferson and Carl Heneghan in their piece in the Daily Mail on Sunday, about the colleges of Imperial and kings saying the exact opposite of each other- Imperial’s apocalypse vs Kings seasonal normality.

    Of course Imperial’s previous predictions were out by between a factor of 10 to 12- so why they are even getting a hearing let alone public policy being based on their nonsense is a mystery.


    So now they are planning to bring in the army to test all of Liverpool- despite claims that the number of PCT positives have halved over recent weeks. Is this testing to be mandatory because if so then we are into a whole new ball game- and why now? They are weeks too late with such a move.

  4. Janet, dreams of a steamed clootie

    We are looking for more fashion, less politics on the French side. Do you think you can do that?

    Last Thursday night, on the eve that France hesitatingly crawled into her second confinement within
    six months, I received a message from a friend.
    “Do you know what attestation we need to go to the shops? Is it the same as last time?”
    She pinged me on Wats app.

    “Of course not darling,” I replied, “this is confinement two”.

    Ping. “Oh ok. The Revenge?”
    Ping “The return?”
    Ping “This time it’s personal?”

    Earlier this year on March 14th, the president of France gave the order to close all non-essential businesses for an un-determined period of time. In the days that followed, we were burdened with more and more restrictions on movement, and by Tuesday the 17th of March the entire of France was in lockdown. Hot on the heels of China, Italy, and Spain.
    Within a week we were followed by Britain, along with nearly every other country in Europe. (Except of course Sweden. Once again, we tutted and scoffed at our overtly sexual, free, fun loving, un￾confined, murdering blonde neighbours).

    The shock of a new reality, the grief of losing loved ones, fear and judgement swept like a destructive hurricane through Europe. As I gazed longingly out my window, I watched as celebrations passed me by and the season changed. Days became longer and most of us lost our minds.

    We obediently stayed home while riding the emotional roller-corona-coaster. Hours, then days, then months merged into nothingness. Most of the people in my ever-diminishing small circle of humans I still talk with, eventually succumbed to Corona Crazy. The overwhelming sense of anxiety, the
    underwhelming anti-climax of leaving the house.
    The panic, the fear, the uncertainty. The consistently inconsistent ups, the downs, the hope, the loss, the public misery unwittingly
    incorporated into our everyday lives. All iced in a thick layer of financial insecurity.

    As the summer approached and the ‘Holiday’ dilemma added to our angst, once again, we divided. Holiday vultures snapped up weeks on empty Greek islands in high season for a fraction of the price.
    Stay-cationers instagrammed their first holiday ever in their home country (who knew the island of Britain had beaches??Amazing!!)
    Tik Tok feeds jammed with 15 second clips of Dad pretending the washing machine door was an airplane window. And so on.

    Eventually, our leaders thanked us. We were patted on the back for our amazing capacity to save lives and slowly, we were granted snippets of freedom.
    We could go for coffee, visit a loved one, get a haircut, buy a summer dress, or go to a funeral.
    Eventually, we were even permitted to go out for dinner or have sex with a stranger. (The latter, unsurprisingly, had by now lost much of its already feeble appeal).

    In theory, life was looking up. In reality we felt beaten, afraid, nervous.
    Our businesses had been hanging on by a thread. We set out for battle. We picked up arms for a proverbial attack on the market. We would go in all guns blazing and bring ourselves back from the brink. We were survivors. Well, illusionary survivors. In actuality, we miserably mounted the metro
    each day with heavy hearts and even heavier legs. Painfully aware our livelihoods did not fall into the new golden category of ‘working from home’.
    We dutifully cleaned, we disinfected, we wore masks, we disinfected again. And again. And again. We took the name and number of every client for imaginary track and trace systems.

    Yet, as we vigorously tried to save our respective industries, confinement#2 was getting ready to pounce. A jaguar, quietly lying in wait until we were weak enough for ambush.
    Our governments led us with the cruellest hope of all. False hope.
    “France cannot afford a second national lockdown” our ministers proclaimed. “We will protect your business” they promised. Across the channel our British neighbours agreed. Britain would not go into a second lockdown either.
    Political and economic cards were played in the name of national hygiene and we became nothing but pawns in the game, not knowing where we could go or when we could return.
    I began to feel my freedom depended on which country was fighting over the fence with which neighbour.

    I wondered if in their plights for liberation, the heroes of the last centuries (Ghandi, Mandela,
    Guevara, De Gaulle, Pankhurst, King) … could have predicted how fragile the prize would be?

    Did anyone predict that in 2020, we would require government permission to pop to the shops?
    What shops we can pop to, is also controlled in a rather vague and confusing interpretation of
    ‘essential items’. I am not able to buy underwear or books, for example, yet I may buy a bunch of flowers or a 10€ box of specialist tea.
    (Meanwhile, as a side note, a French teacher is beheaded, throats are slit in church, an Orthodox priest is shot, and my daughter is home after a Jewish Deli next to her school receives a terrorist threat).

    The fragility of not only our freedoms, but our society as a whole has been spotlighted this year by a random “butterfly effect” accident. One person in China kills some unusual animal, and across the world, our entire economic and social structures collapse. A near perfect representation of the chaos theory, which relies on the idea that “even the slightest imbalances in starting conditions lead to huge variations in outcome because of the fundamental instability of the system”.

    This week, we once again, obediently closed our business doors. The hardest hit industries
    (restaurants, bars, hair salons, beauty therapists, entertainment…), will cataclysmically suffer the
    devasting effects of this insane ‘lockdown, liberty, lockdown’ loop. Yet ironically, these industries are the backbone to each of our respective country’s economic, social, and mental health stability. (You are lying if you say you do not feel the endorphin rush after a successful trip to the hair salon).
    Yet there is nothing we can do. Nothing we can say. I wish I could finish this article with the magical suggestion of a solution, but the truth is, I do not know. Who does?

    What I can do, is ask for less judgement. Let us be free to express our anger, our sadness, our loss. Let us support each other, even if we have different opinions. When I proclaimed to an incredibly good friend last week that I was angry about this second lockdown, she responded indignantly with the insinuation that I basically did not care if people died.
    In lockdown#1, we all promised we would
    be kinder in the new world. We had slowed down and learned lessons. Yet we seemed to then return to ‘life’ more critical and divided than ever.
    So here I am again, gazing out of my window. This time, as the days become shorter. Still feeling strangled by my own anxiety. Yet I obey. Even if, in the back of my mind, I have the echoing of Mel Gibson’s voice. Bellowing as he races his horse across the Scottish Highlands…
    “It’s all for nothing if you do not have freedom” …

    So that’s a no then.

    From my friend Angie, a Greek/Londoner/Parisian

    1. SOQ

      That is really well written Janet- thank you.

      It highlights the growing chasm between those who can work from home and the rest who cannot.

      And for those who cannot, it is not just a question of surviving on CoVid payments as their business rents still have to be paid. For some now, it is just a matter of time before they are foreclosed, probably losing their homes too.

      1. Janet, dreams of a steamed clootie

        Most of all I want to give my friend a big hug. Angie lost her nephew to suicide last week. Her life’s work is a bar she runs in La Defense, she has two kids to support and she’s a long distance runner, I can’t think of anyone less suited to being stuck in a small Parisian apartment with confinement and now the additional couvre-feu.

    2. Lush

      A well written and timely piece, thanks Janet.
      As you know by now, I think, I work in the wine industry here in St Emilion; things just go from bad to worse.
      Our entire economy is based on wine and tourism, alot of people are going to go to the wall over the next couple of months; my boss is finding it more and more difficult to pay our wages (despite the fact we’e all on ‘activité partielle’ since March) and though we are lucky to still have a wage, it’s on average 150€ less per month than before.
      Hugs to Angie from me.

      1. Janet, dreams of a steamed clootie

        Hugs to all the Angie’s and you too Lushie,
        a wine / beer supplying friend of mine has given all his staff four weeks notice this week and hung a punch bag in his living room,
        I’m left wondering how far does this have to go.

      2. bisted

        …especially sorry to hear your news Lush…I expected the wine business to be doing OK in these times…I too worked in the wine business but after two redundancies and a failed wine import business, I decided to move on…

    3. Junkface

      Nicely written and insightful article Janet. Can’t imagine how stressful it is in France right now with the terrorism alerts thrown into the mix too.

  5. SOQ

    I see The Telegraph has picked up on the comments made by Tom Jefferson and Carl Heneghan in their piece in the Daily Mail on Sunday, about the colleges of Imperial and kings saying the exact opposite of each other- Imperial’s apocalypse vs Kings seasonal normality.

    Of course Imperial’s previous predictions were out by between a factor of 10 and 12- so why they are even getting a hearing let alone basing public policy on their latest nonsense is a mystery.


    So now they are planning to bring in the army to test all of Liverpool- despite claims that the number of PCT positives have halved over recent weeks. Is this testing to be mandatory because if so then we are into a new ball game- and why now? They are weeks too late with such a move.

  6. Johnnythree

    Cannot understand the Liverpool thing. Is it to show a snapshot of covid infectiousness? Antibody prevelance?
    Are cases really that high? What about civil liberties and consent?

    1. Charlie

      Yep. That about sums up the same type of genius I’ve seen at the GPO every weekend whinging about their rights and how they want their country back.

  7. Johnny

    lots excitement in NY today as NJ is voting on recreational weed.
    Rolling Stone,has good piece on todays legislative initiatives.

    -Arizona, Mississippi, Montana, New Jersey, and South Dakota will vote on whether to legalize cannabis-


    closer to ‘home’ the Isle of Man has called for consultation/input from vested interests in new legislation-export/ medical research licenses.

    -The production and exportation of hemp and cannabis products could become legal on the Isle of Man under proposed changes to legislation.
    The Department for Enterprise is seeking public opinion on a suggested update to the Misuse of Drugs Act 1976.-


    I attended a young conservatives virtual conf and have joined/signed up for their newsletter, its all very UK based, but somewhat relevant in Irl.

    luckily,i received the young conservatives and lobbying groups presentation/pitch books to the Isle of Man govt,which I will post shortly-coffee and I need go vote.

    1. Redundant Proofreaders Society

      Are you the American version of Charger Salmons?

      Is it like the Britain’s Got Talent / America’s Got Talent franchise?

      1. Papi

        Be careful bro, he’s cool bro, he’ll take you down bro, he smokes weed bro, are you even Irish bro.

  8. Charger Salmons

    Anyone looking for a nice stocking filler for their love one this Christmas wouldn’t go far wrong with Burning Heresies, a new memoir by Kevin Myers.
    It’s a cracking read and very honest about the mistakes he has made but also some of the superb war reporting and causes he took up.
    It would be the perfect page-turner for my usual winter Caribbean jaunt but sadly I’m making do with feet up by the fire and a glass of something single malty of an evening.
    Dalwhinnie usually.
    Highly recommended.

    1. Bodger

      Just finished (and enjoyed) it. A few things jarred though, His thoughts on the Fr Molloy case for instance.

      1. bisted

        …on a scale of journalistic ability and integrity with Robert Fisk at the top, Myers would surely be at the bottom…Fisk showed his disdain for war reporters who never left their hotel room…think he had Myers in mind…

        1. Bodger

          In the buke he gets into some very hairy situations in Bosnia and the Lebanon. He’s no physical coward to be fair.

          1. bisted

            …I don’t know of those places but I know people who knew him in Belfast…if his reporting from Bosnia and Lebonan was of the same calibre, the word vacarious springs to mind…

          2. Bodger

            He covers that period in his first memoir but I have to say I skipped over a lot of it owing to the almost constant smutty bedroom action he was recalling with schoolboy awe. He is fascinated by women’s breasts.

          3. Charger Salmons

            Mate, if you don’t know of Bosnia and the Lebanon and how those wars were reported you haven’t got a clue.
            Why not read the book before passing judgement.

          4. Lilly

            I didn’t know Robert Fisk lived in Dalkey, until he no longer did. I thought he lived in Beirut. Makes me wonder what other greats are wandering about our streets. As for Myers, it’s probably safe to say he doesn’t speak Arabic.

      2. Charger Salmons

        Myers is flawed in much the same was Fisk was flawed.
        But in terms of writing and reporting he’s up there with the best.
        You’ve only got to look at the Irish Times today – all their best journalism is syndicated stuff from elsewhere.
        The level of commentary and honest appraisal of holding governments to account is abysmal.
        Fintan O’Toole more than any of them.

        1. Brother Barnabas

          on the scale of people and things that really get up charger’s hole, placing prince harry at a 5, where would fintan come in?

          1. Charger Salmons

            Actually Bro Harry doesn’t irk me at all.I’m completely uninterested in the Royal Family and what they get up to.
            Except Kate.I have a soft spot for Kate. Well, when I say soft.
            But you’re right about the appropriately named O’Toole.
            Smug,pompous and out of touch.
            But you know what’s Number One ? People who are not from Barcelona who say Barthelona.
            I’m not a violent man but it takes all my willpower not to give them a smack.

        2. bisted

          …I shall miss Robert Fisk for his analysis of what is really happening in the Middle-East but as for Myers, they used to run a competition in the Europa to come up with the most outlandish story and see if Myers would bite and publish it…embellished with his own eloquent prose off course…vicarious is also the word that springs to mind when I think about Myers’ acquaintance with breasts…

          1. Charger Salmons

            How do you know ?
            Were you working at the Europa as a waiter during the Troubles or are you just making stuff up ?
            Like your opinion of a book you haven’t read.

Comments are closed.

Sponsored Link