It’s that time in the COVID19 pandemic, for old Charlie Dickhead (yours truly), to dust off his Dickens and go all philosophical and shit. Trying desperately to appear more intelligent than I actually am, by trotting out ‘ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness’. But spookily these words actually hit home. Our world is in turmoil, just as it was in the late 18th Century.  When ‘The Terror’ of a Revolution was swishing off heads, faster than you can say ‘Robespierre is a garlic munching, frog eating t***!’ Bad/Good/COVID19 Times.  (Multiple Choice) As Charles put it, ‘It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness’. In bad times, we tend to innovate like crazy. Our minds tend to go into overdrive and technology has a growth spurt. This terrifying COVID-19 pandemic is causing so much change, that we may never be the same again. We’ve suddenly got all the time in the world to actually ...

You haven’t got us on the run!   We grew up watching an Army of old blokes, poke fun at a hysterical little man with only one testicle. We chuckled at Knights with coconut sound effects, armed with killer one-liners. So COVID19,  I fart in your general direction, your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. What you’ve handed humanity is just a flesh wound! We are the Knights who say...COVID19 is just a sick Joke? Black Humour Rules OK!  One thing you can count on in a time of crisis is for black humour to turn up in peculiar places. Coronavirus has spun our lives out of our control. Forcing us to distance ourselves from mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, friends and relations. Making them smile, at a safe distance puts our hand back on the tiller for a split second. Connecting us once again, as Mastercard would put it. Priceless. Your funny bone’s connected to your tragic bone!   Tragedy and comedy, it seems don’t live very far from each...