Quarantine hotel
‘I flew in this morning.’

‘I flew in this morning.’
‘Keep it to yourself but I’m a Navalny supporter.’
‘You can still fly by the seat of your pants.’
‘I suggest switching to the Bank of Euan Blair’s Mum and Dad.’
‘The free school meal is so bad my daughter refuses to photograph it.’
‘No thanks, I’m too tiered.’
‘I hope by March I’ll remember how to bunk off.’
‘I need to take your temperature.’
‘Whatever the Brexit deal outcome, I’ll be gutted!’
‘Hooray! Now we can die from something else!’
‘Each day reveals a special adviser who resigns.’
Eighty years ago this month, the cartoonist Graham Laidler — better known as Pont — died of polio. He contracted the disease while evacuating refugees from London in his car. He was only 32. In 1940, thousands of people were dying in the war, but Pont’s death was marked by an appreciation from J.B. Priestley
‘I find a graph a lot scarier.’
‘What’s the margin of terror?’
‘When I saw lockdown coming I headed straight for the barbers.’
‘This eternity has been going on for what seems like a lockdown!’
‘We’ll take it — it’s in a lovely tier.’
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got a mask.’
‘Relax, there’s bound to be a Yule turn.’
‘At least it won’t affect the Lib Dem conference.’