Christ, we’ve only just moved to Boris Johnson’s Plan B and today we’re told that by January we’ll be presented with Plan D, which will apparently involve closing pubs and restaurants, among other things. Whatever happened to Plan C? Wouldn’t it make more sense to just move to Plan Z and have done with Covid altogether? If only it were that simple.
The truth is that at the moment, WE DON’T KNOW how this is going to pan out. We know there is a ghastly new strain of the virus called Omicron and by way of Darwin’s theory of natural selection (that’s theory in the sense that it’s a fact) it will almost certainly replace Delta as the next Big Thing. There are more unknowns than knowns, indeed known unknowns. Here, in no particular order, they are:
- Omicron is more easily transmissible than Delta
- That means more people will catch the bugger
- Many of those could get very ill with it and go to hospital
- The unvaccinated will certainly be more likely to catch Omicron
- Omicron may escape or partially escape existing vaccines
- The NHS could be overwhelmed
Note the coulds and mays in that less than extensive list. My feeling, based on the comments of EXPERTS, is that EXPERTS will know by next weekend just how bad Omicron is or isn’t. At which point, various politicians will tell us that Christmas will be fine, but the following week, once granny has been infected and carted off to the ICU, Boris The Liar will break the bad news that we need to lockdown again. Obviously, the new lockdown will not apply to him or his staff at Number 10 but for the rest of us we must spend New Year’s Eve chained to a radiator and forced to watch that pile of musical excrement known as Jools Holland’s Hootenanny.
Anyway, not to worry. Sajid Javid has promised us “a great Christmas”. Let’s not let our imminent deaths get in the way.
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