Open Air Quarantine

I learned yesterday in The Guardian that my borough, Tower Hamlets, has the highest concentration of swine flu patients in Britain. The borough's centre for Tamiflu distribution has, apparently, a line up snaking round the corner, with colour-coded rooms depending on whether you are infected or not - a melancholic scene from 28 Days Later left on the cutting room floor. Kevin said that our tower block must definitely have some cases, which I agree because it's been ages since I've shared the elevator with somebody else. Some of the graffitti on the elevator goes like this:

David is Gay (to which I added "Love", and then someone added "Rocks")
Pigs live here (to which I added "oink oink!")

Yesterday, we walked through Victoria Park, sat on a bench and watched the hundreds arriving for the Lovebox Festival (Florence and the Machine, Doves, Groove Armada, NERD, Gang of Four, etc.) I kept thinking to myself "welcome to swine flu central!" I even saw Nikki Grahame from Big Brother 7 in the crowd, looking so skinny her knee bones were poking in one direction while her legs moved the opposite way.

Later, we slipped under the covers with a bowl of bombay mix and watched an interesting, quirky American indie date film, In Search of a Midnight Kiss, which I think one of you recommended aeons ago. It left me puzzled with straight people's mating behaviour. Then we watched trailers for upcoming films and I despaired.