Day 28 of self-isolation. Marcus has no idea what day of the week it is and is proud of that fact. He has now reverted to a more primordial being. Self grooming was scaled back and has now stopped entirely. His beard is taking on a life of it’s own and his untamed afro is becoming more voluminous by the hour. Reality has ceased being real. His primary concerns now are hunter-gathering, sleeping and watching television. In that order. Most conversations take place in his head. He’d quite like to know when this is all going to end so he can plan accordingly. It’s 11.45am however so he’s only got 15 minutes to prepare for cocktail hour and he doesn’t want to miss the 2 for 1 promo deal… As a side note Marcus’ hair extension was surprisingly time consuming to create considering it’s just a big bit of spray painted paper. Luckily time is currently the one thing I do have plenty of. I think I’ve taken Marcus as far as he can go. Time for a whitewash…
If we head back to December last year I was in Wuhan for secret reasons of my own when I had a chance to meet a gentleman we shall simply call ‘Simon’. Simon was a-coughing and a-spluttering and had a bit of a temperature and he put it down to the blood orange he’d had that morning. Thinking back now I’m pretty sure he was lying to me and was, in fact, patient zero and patently hadn’t just been eating oranges. He said he was just looking after the injured bat in his left hand…
Anyway, since I’ve had a few hours at home on my own I thought I’d put together this photofit. Over to you internet. You’ll have him worked out in no time…
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