The Secret Lockdown Diary of Paul Taylor, aged 46 and 3 days.
I did not actually realise it was Easter until this Monday, when colleagues informed me of things going on in the real world, such as the calendar. I was actually born on Easter Sunday, although that is not why people call me Jesus. Itās either the long hair, the smell or the horror. Whichever, I forgive them.
My phone is even slower on the uptake. It doesnāt give a shit about Good Friday, so it has spent the morning beeping at me with notifications that are not applicable.
It cares so little about the institution of Good Friday that if it could eat, itād display the following notification:-
"Fuck your Good Friday fish.
Get me a steak you cunt.".
The messages arenāt at that level of inappropriate yet, but theyāre getting there.
You get a package of what the rules are before you can get on the plane and sign to say you agreeing to them.
1 girl on the same flight from kl said she was going on her honeymoon. But husband had for an unknown reason got an earlier flight. They will not be consumating the wedding any time soon. She lost it when told she was not allowed to go to her husbands hotel.
A gentleman would have comforted the poor girl by offering to step in and do the consummating deed instead. Itās the very least you could have done, where are your manners?
Well as I was under orders to behave myself plus I dont need a $10,000 sg fine or/ and 6 months at Mr Leeās pleasure I diplomatically kept out of it.
The Secret Diary of Paul Taylor, Aged 46 and 6 days
Just caught sight of myself in a full length mirror and have realised something.
What with the lockdown, the long hair and the beard and the overall handiness of dressing gowns when you donāt need to go out, I realised Iāve spent the past year dressing like a wizard.
Secret Diary of Paul Taylor, aged 46 years and 10 days
I had a particularly distressing game of āshit or sockā last night.
Shit or sock is an exciting game that can be played with any old pet that no longer gives any fucks and shits where it likes during the middle of the night. It is also best played alongside people who leave their fucking socks all over the house. The object is simple. Choose the right equipment for the situation. But first you must know whether it is a shit or a sock.
I have just been informed that my Letter to enter EG has been approved and I will be transferred from Singapore to EG when I get out of solitary here. Looking forward to the two weeks incarceration in Equatorial Guinea in a couple of weeks time.
Iāve done more bird than Ronnie Biggs ever did in the last year.
Mrs P_F has been very stressed this week. It is now 10 days since she sent me to the village hairdresser who, 6 days ago was taken to ICU with Covid. & 3 weeks since she had her hair done. Stress causes a lot of " issues" including breathlessness
Equally. FB reminded me that about this time, some years ago, she was hospitalized by a massive allergic reaction after being stung by a Jellyfish.
I googled & found those allergies can come back
So today she went to the Doc.
Who saidā¦
Yeah you guessed
Itās your allergies
Shit or sock is an exciting game that can be played with any old pet that no longer gives any fucks and shits where it likes during the middle of the night. It is also best played alongside people who leave their fucking socks all over the house. The object is simple. Choose the right equipment for the situation. But first you must know whether it is a shit or a sock.
