So, I had Covid in March. I knew this, without 'knowing' it, if you know what I mean.
I ticked all the symptoms over a few ropey days in late March when we were all self-isolating anyway, but the rules for getting tested changed that weekend, so my call to the HSE wasn't followed up. But I knew.
A morbid sense of curiosity led to me shelling out €90 to have the antibody test last week.
My veins are what one might term 'shy', so any medic who has ever tried to extract blood from me gets an apology in advance. Anyhow, the GP eventually got what he needed and my results arrived back. Positive. A bit shocking, but not surprising.
Most coronaviruses create an immunity for up to four years, I'm told. Nobody knows where Covid-19 will pitch up; it might only be a few months of safety. There's a Government project to test 5,000 randomers to see quite how far the virus may have progressed; the daily 'cases' reported is a fiction, as agreed by everybody, even the HSE officials somberly announcing it every day in their press release.
This doesn't tell me anything except what I already guessed, but there's an inherent relief in having had it, as the fear of getting it, and a bad version of it, is worse.
No party could leave Kanye to take the rap
Kanye's pitch for the US presidency is as inexplicably alarming as it is utterly depressing.
I blame Trump. Not just for this obviously, but for giving the impression that being famous of itself is a credential to become leader of the free world.
In America, of course, fame is very much a 'career'.
Just look at the Kardashians after all, one of whom ironically may rock up in the White House as first lady as a result of her husband's immense hubris.
Whatever qualifications The Donald has, and, let's be frank, he doesn't, Kanye (or Prez Yeezy, as I presume he'll want to be addressed, for branding purposes) seems like a good guy, gives requisite millions to some charitable funds, and is still married to the mother of his four kids.
On the other hand, he's completely bonkers, with bracing far-right views on vaccines and women's bodily autonomy.
All a step up from Trump, it has to be said, which is admittedly a low bar.
Thankfully, the founding fathers seem to have miraculously anticipated the possibility that a millionaire rapper with no political experience may one day pitch his baseball cap in the ring and made it tediously difficult to get nominated.
"Ye" (I know, I'm down with the kids) needs to find a party to run him (there isn't one, although he's considering the 'Birthday Party'), or become an Independent - a pathway that has never previously been successful.
Given the impending election date, he has about five minutes to get himself organised.
We won't hold our breath.
I don't want crisps to give me the munchies
You can call me boring, but I've never gone in for funny-flavoured crisps. Make it cheese and onion every time.
You can leave the chicken tikka, roast beef or Thai sweet chilli abominations on the shelf. But I might be tempted by some lively branding.
A cultivation of cannabis discovered at the back of Keogh Crisps's farm led to a former director being charged with allegedly growing it.
So sadly it looks like we won't be seeing Ganja Goodness or Hash Snacks any time soon.