You can’t argue with a sick mind

Apologies for the lateness of today’s blog, but I have been out panicking. Having safely come through my latest Covid PCR test, I panic-booked my booster jab just in case the NHS ran out of vaccines. Then, I panic-bought a salad in Morrisons before panic-buying a tenner’s worth of petrol, just in case the filling stations run out, which they soon will do if idiots like me keep panic-buying.  Actually, I’m exaggerating a bit and as regards buying petrol, I’m literally making stuff up. I’ll stick with what I’ve got and if the petrol station runs dry, I’ll take the bus. Or walk. In short, I couldn’t care less.

On social media, people are apportioning blame for the panic. The BBC are being blamed for reporting what Al ‘Boris’ Johnson literally said, which was there is no need to panic because there is enough petrol to go round, unless some people start to panic, which of course they will. No. There is no one who deserves blame for panicking more than the actual idiots who are panicking.

I don’t know if it’s human nature or a perverse version of it, a kind of brainless selfishness, me first, I must have my petrol now and fuck you. On other words, the return of Margaret Thatcher. It can’t be the latter – thank God – although she’d surely be proud of the return of “greed is good” which was essentially what the old bat lived for – but brainless selfishness, yep, reckon so. Either way, it makes no sense and benefits no one.

So, if you pass those hare-brained goons, queueing for something they don’t really don’t need, feel pity for them and pray, if that’s your bag, that their increased stress levels don’t make them as sick in the body as they are in the mind.