My Diseased Mind.
It started in June and has now spilled over into July, its the start of the seasonal pandemic.
Why is it at this time of the year and its the same every year, a huge ‘cloud’ settles over the UK, [I suspect some other countries as well] a cloud that has a nauseating effect on me. As much as I try to avoid it, as much as I take every precautions against it, its ever present, ever twist and turn I take its there. I go out for a drive in my little Red Ferrari, its there, I go shopping down town and in the local Mall, its there. Trying to avoid it I sleep during the day and work/stay awake at night. I turn to my trusty ally, my friend, my companion the one who I have whiled away many a happy and enjoyable hour with, the one friend I’ve spent days and yes if I’m honest, weeks and months and even that has been effected. Virus’s, Worms and Trojan horses I can deal with but this disease effects it so much so it wants to make me vomit and spew out ever thing I’ve eaten for the last couple of days,.
The effect gives mind and brain boggling alteration, can effect people who are usually quite normal go of into an insane state of speaking and muttering so much gibberish it beggars belief. I take every precaution I can, I take my medicine which dulls my brain and bolsters my immune system.
There is no doubt in my mind that for the next eight months or so we are going to have further types of disease which effects old and young a like. Some workers of this world will declare they have been infected with a imaginary dreaded lurgee and make phone calls to their employers declaring a weeks self sickness, further to this can so easily persuaded their Doctor to give ‘sickness‘ notes as well. This cloud of nauseating, contagious, infectious, suffocating illness is every present, there is no known cure.
The name of this disease is ‘SPORT or SPORTING ACTIVITIES’.
Now before I’m taken to task I’m not wholly against sport or sporting activities, believe me I’m not - I just don’t want it rammed by my throat all the time and being told I’m an odd ball for not enjoying ‘it’.
I like and enjoy true amateur sporting activities, those amateur people who engage in sport or activity as a past time rather than a profession I appreciate the sacrifice and hardships they have had to under go to engage in their sporting pastime.
I find it very hard and fail to understand when I hear about sporty persons with their family who spend 10-months of the year in some sunny and warm part of the world ‘training‘, calling them selves as an amateur performer. Yeah-!!! well who has been paying for it all, how can they maintain their lifestyle if they are not being paid for their sporting prowess either by being sponsored or some generous benefactor organisation. Amateur they are not.
Try as I might I can not justify how one person would cost £40,000,000-00-p, yes thats right forty million pounds payment to transfer from one club to another come on lets face it thats damn right obscene or how the prima donna’s of Football can command being paid £150,000-p per match - unbelievable but true.
Try telling that to 35-per cent of the worlds population who it is said are below the poverty line and being staved to death.
Just imagine if we could ban all sporting activities for one year, think of all the money that could be saved and spent on more worthy causes but there again what would millions of people do over the weekends with time on their hands or what subject they would talk about during the week. Mind boggling.
Here endth Sermon.
Labels: odd-illnesses., Pandemic-warning, Sport-Activities






