I do admire ‘The People In Power’ for the way they
have displayed faith in the British public, but I think it may be biting them
in the arse now. The lockdown we had was far more lenient than in a lot of
other countries, and we’ve basically been let out to run around under our own
superstition for the past couple of months, but the problem is that some of us have
running around like greyhounds who have just been let out of a kennel. Now,
with September drawing to a close, the top boffins have had to do a televised
appeal asking for people to display common sense, and we’re having to get used
to yet another change in restrictions.
I may be wrong, but back in late July the plan
seemed a good one. The science was sound, the ‘R’ rate was acceptable, and as
long as everybody did what was being asked of them, the virus cases
would continue to fall and falter, and the outbreak would be kept contained. But
instead of that we’ve had parties in people’s gardens, groups of dozens thrown
together in pubs, and many premises who seem to have forgotten they are only
supposed to be open under strict guidelines, or have simply chosen to ignore
them. I popped through one of Suffolk’s larger towns on Sunday, and you would
have thought it was 2003 and coronaviruses didn’t exist. Every table outside
every pub was full, every pavement was packed, and I saw one mask all
afternoon. I know it’s been a hard year, and people want to enjoy the late
Summer sunshine, but by ‘making hay while the Sun shines’ we’ve all made it
certain that Winter is going to be hard and f**king horrible.
And still, with the chance to avoid catastrophe
hanging in the balance, we are being trusted to govern our own behaviour and
make sensible choices for the benefit of all. The scientists have asked us nicely
and are forlornly hoping we’ll comply. Which means it’ll all go to shit.
It’s like climate change all over again.
RC 23-9-20
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