June 30th; Wednesday.
Three more radio discussions. In the last couple of years, they seem to have improved again.
Piers
Plowman (where strangely,
though the talk is fascinating and the scholars are erudite, all three of them seem unable to
stop saying "kind of" and "sort of", sometimes twice in a sentence) /
Mary Astell (an early
feminist, also a Tory, who mocked the hypocrisy of male "liberal" philosophers who bullied their wives) /
and the decisive 1217 Battle of Lincoln.
In the morning, I help Jessica move out of her flat to her friend Izabella's, and in the afternoon have a
long leisurely chat with Victoria where we speak of cabbages & kings, set the world to rights, and so on.
June 29th; Tuesday.
Feast of Peter & Paul. Never remember this being mentioned at school. Several good articles
from Our Man in Bucharest:
1991 now looks Edwardian /
Covid-19, Global warming, communism /
Mazzini the Globalist /
War in 1939.
June 28th; Monday.
Two of Melvyn Bragg's radio discussions:
1st about Simon de
Montfort and
the 2nd about Ovid.
June 27th; Sunday.
Just two more days to go until the
Feast
of Peter & Paul.
June 26th; Saturday.
Manage to get Jessica
& Victoria to meet each other again at Robin's. We sit up late on his balcony swapping
tips on narcissistic exploiters. Or at least they do, & I listen.
June 25th; Friday.
Yesterday, spritzers after dark with Robin &
Jodi the tailor.
June 24th; Thursday.
Feast of
John
the Baptist.
His birth, in fact.
June 23rd; Wednesday. Yes,
citizens, it is
World Typewriter Day.
Strawberry Full Moon. John
McAfee is
found dead in a Spanish prison cell.
June 22nd; Tuesday. Aches and
pains from yesterday's two tumbles, strained muscles but probably not torn muscles, keep me
sleeping on the floor for 13 hours. By the time I get up most of the pain has turned into stiffness.
I wake out of a peculiar dream where I must buy a square array of gold chain (about 72 or 73 parallel
chains each half an inch apart inside a 3' x 3' square, edges also gold chain) in some cramped back
room somewhere. The saleswoman, an Arab woman, lays the chain array on the floor, and then to put
the proper magic into the chain, herself lies down and wriggles her hips over the parallel rows
of chain. She is fully dressed as she does this, and in the dream there is nothing odd or unusual
about the ritual.
June 21st; Monday.
Longest day. On a street in sunny Buda, I trip over a rumple in the tar-macadam and fall full-length -
amazingly without any cuts or scrapes. I
just roll
as I hit the pavement. About an hour later in another part of the Big Pogacsa I black out
and collapse outside a shop, Lidl's at Blaha. One moment I'm leaning
against the door frame outside feeling dizzy, the next on the ground looking up at 5 or 6 concerned
Hungarian passers-by. One elderly lady insists I drink from her water bottle.
'Les Visiteurs' is now even more a film to watch. Montjoie! Saint Denis! The
Macron-slapper continues the Vendee rebellion.
June 20th; Sunday. Head of
"Independent SAGE" to launch international climate-change group.
June 19th; Saturday.
Victoria & I move (quite simple with only two bags each) from one managed flat to
another, walking from just outside to just inside the 'nagy korut' or big crescent.
Several days in a row now weather is warm & sticky.
Two more from my special video adviser:
Shy (1)
Ronnie (2).
June 18th; Friday.
Drive with affable Robin into Budapest through warm afternoon sun. He now has a procedure for producing
his wax-based artworks. We stop by the road a couple of times to photograph romantically empty
billboard sites.
Jessica has been watching lots of videos
about narcissism recently, and about
one narcissist
in particular.
June 17th; Thursday.
Brexit healing the UK economy, surprise, surprise.
June 16th; Wednesday. Edina &
Bendeguz play gin rummy - I plead stupidity and watch. Card games always end up with increasingly
exasperated people repeatedly explaining the rules to me.
A sound that takes me back a few years.
June 15th; Tuesday. Kind Edina
picks me up at Kunszentmarton station. She is busy on deadline for her big academic project closing
tonight.
French President Teacher's Pet makes
curious remark. From
one of our contributors.
June 14th; Monday. At the
5th pharmacy, a genial chemist lady says she can supply some of the boxes of medicine and have the
others ready tomorrow morning. Meeting Balazs yesterday was interesting.
Meanwhile, North Korean defector criticises
US political
correctness.
June 13th; Sunday.
December 2020 article about something suspiciously called the
"trusted news initiative".
June 12th; Saturday.
Four pharmacies across Budapest yet I can't pick up some pretty standard
angiotensin-converting enzyme inhibitors at any of them. Have a coffee in warm afternoon
sun near the Danube river bank with Oluwafunmilayo.
Interesting claims by Florin10302020
about 2016 events foreshadowing the 2019 covid outbreak.
June 11th; Friday.
New maverick theory says a big magnetic event is signalling a strong new sunspot cycle
(not a weak cycle coming up that many astronomers are forecasting).
June 10th; Thursday.
Travel by bus to the Big Pogacsa, and manage to haul myself to two Budapest businesses
(both of which have the usual Hungarian resentment of the customer) just before
they close.
Important warnings about
EU sabotage in Ulster.
June 9th; Wednesday.
A 1919
book cover with a price in real money.
June 8th; Tuesday.
A May article about the
total mistake of using curfews to curb covid-19.
June 7th; Monday.
The Creepy Line: film
describing Google & Facebook news narrative manipulation.
June 6th; Sunday.
Reuse of some striking dance moves. And, here's a bit more from the
impressive
1969 original. Perhaps Anne's right about musicals changing lives.
June 5th; Saturday.
Once again in the Big Pogacsa. Picked up cash in hot sun on Csepel Island, briefly said hello
to Cardiologist Akos at the clinic. I was wrong about spring suddenly being upon us. This is
perhaps the third genuinely hot day during weeks of rain & cloudiness since the false dawn of
February. And it's June now. Global warming of course.
June 4th; Friday.
World's largest metropolis Mexico City starts (in defiance of WHO instructions)
using ivermectin, and covid-19 deaths go down sharply.
June 3rd; Thursday.
Vanese directs me to an interesting-looking writer (& gardener) who seems to be
an
admirer of Rudolf Steiner, Johann Goethe, and Homeric Greece.
June 2nd;
Wednesday. Interesting news that a substantial share of Greenland and Antarctic
ice-sheet thawing is coming from
inside the earth, reducing inferred atmospheric warming.
June 1st;
Tuesday. The rearguard action to keep denying that the covid-19 virus escaped from
the Wuhan bioweapons lab now starts to crumble. Nicholas Wade in Unherd weighs up the
wet-market theory
versus the obvious, and here describes how Wuhan scientists grew covid in humanised mice.
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