Shelf-life

+If  you get into Who’s Who, you’re in there for life. Hence, even if you only served one day as an MP, your entry is assured (yeah, and why not?). And each year you are asked to update your entry. In my case I now describe myself as an artist, which obviously is not the reason my name appears in Who’s Who. So far as Who really is Who, I am very happy to accept that even a passing reference to me in the past tense might be a flattery too far. But as things stand if I were currently working as a shelf stacker at B&Q, that could appear as the first line of my entry. I quite like the idea that such an iconic record of the supposed ‘great and the good’ could permit such a levelling down, such that the first line of one’s entry could be for outstanding shelf stacking services at B&Q. The chances of this observation being of note are slim. The next volume of Who’s Who is priced at £330.
 
+Harvey Weinstein must be cursing that he can’t be tried by the US Senate. Perhaps he needs to call in some favours.
 
+I feel reassured that the Coronavirus has not merited a call from Johnson to the Chinese, as revealed by an email sent by his dad by mistake to the BBC. If it’s not that important, it’s not that important. Nothing to worry about. But I wonder. Is this an illness that’s covered by private health insurance? Or will BUPA beds be made available to all and sundry? That’ll be another test of how serious this really is.
 
+It’s been a couple of weeks since I sent a reminder to the Equality and Human Rights Commission to send me the actual definition of anti-Semitism they will use in determining whether the Labour Party is anti-Semitic. A response seems overdue. I will have to jolt their memory. Interesting to note that according to the Labour Party General Secretary Jennie Formby, one third of all complaints came from just one individual.