Reproduced on 18/12/2020 from Big Mac Facebook site. Friday, 27 March 2020. Hi everyone. I woke up this morning and wished I hadn’t. One moment we were doing our usual dance worship of the Big Mac band, the Coronavirus just a new rock group that probably wouldn’t last, and the next moment a few weeks later here we are, the Earl Haig just a distant memory as if it were yesterday, and yesterday the same as today with everybody shunning me as if I had the fucking plague. Last night I waited for Val to push me my porridge through the serving hatch of the isolation unit that the government had ordered me to convert the garden shed into. Then I got totally blinged up, even down to the diamante red trousers and dancing shoes and the turquoise crystal rivet belt that I’d had specially made for me by myself and then I clicked on one of the Big Mac videos and closed my eyes. And the years fell away and I was back in the Earl Haig of recent weeks; but when my eyes bl...