Travelling out on Saturday was a strange experience. Saying that is also strange, but then strange are the times in which I find myself! I seem to forever live in two worlds: the normal world wherein folk walk around town and buy stuff from shops, bumping into each other, talking shit, sitting outside cafes and Wetherspoons. The other world is the one with a virus relatively suffuse within the community. You can't see it and you can't feel it. In fact it might not even be there, but we have no way of knowing so we have to act, as we have throughout, as if everyone's affected.
So these two realities share the same space and it feels like a Dr Who episode where reality is cracking and melding. All we need next are the Daleks and Cybermen fighting each other. We'll just have to settle for the American election, though that is almost certainly going to be far more destructive. Living in Covid land is like living in a Lovecraft novel. A terrible cold reality overlaid onto our own. Again a bit like the Presidential parades over the pond.
Wales is to experience a two week lockdown. Fortunately that means no Halloween and perhaps no Guy Fawkes. That would be unfortunate as there's nothing quite like celebrating the almost-success of a plot to blow up a building of idiots. (That's a joke, GCHQ, just like the actual government.) Though I suppose there is no real reason why private backyard bonfire parties for the family and no one else can happen. I rather hope so, Wales and beyond.
As for the rest of us. God only knows. Our fate is in the hands of fools. It is quite clear that they have no intention of doing the right thing so we'd better hope there's herd immunity. Whatever action gets taken, in the wake of at least 100.000 infections a week (half a million in a month) will be too little too late, and if it's not done in time for Christmas then there's a real risk of the NHS in England collapsing. Do these vicious corporate thieves really want that? Electoral suicide surely. Though at this point I think Johnson realises he's a dead man walking. He has no future as PM past Brexit, besides which he doesn't really want the job because it doesn't make him enough money (yet - the real money's after the gig ends).
Hancock will be ok as well. Expect in twenty years to hear about the "Covid years" from Lord Hancock, having been pensioned off to the Lords after this is over. He'll resign in exchange for this 'punishment' and then publish his memoirs while polluting the democracy as an unaccountable lord. There's no shame for these people. I doubt he wants the job anymore anyway, just like Johnson. The novelty's gone.
Oh what a glorious future that will be as we make for digital Waterstones on our floating islands following the climate apocalypse. Waterlogged wifi competing with the terrifying ultraviolet and daily immigration alerts warning of an influx of climate displaced refugees from Spain or Newmerica.
Hurry up with the warp drive please. I have a date with the 23rd century.
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