I’m on day two of the official lockdown and so far I’m fine, partly because I’m off work on full wages expecting to get set up to work from home probably next week. What is clear is the situation is becoming more real that things aren’t going to change soon, and that we’re effectively in a wartime situation which leads us to see how people react to this.
Mostly people are doing what they can to help, but panic buying is still rife, as is black marketeering not to mention companies which clearly are nothing like an essential service forcing staff to come in putting lives at risk. Plus young people thinking they’re invulnerable can think again.
Reality is starting to dawn that this is the new normal. We’re locked down til June at least but by then thousands of us won’t be around, so this is a small sacrifice to make in order to save as many lives as possible.
It’s the first weekend in the UK after shit got real, or realistically Boris Johnson and his creepy aide, Dominic Cummings realised the herd immunity policy would kill over 250k and has shifted far too late to try to nudge people into staying home to starve the Coronavirus of potential victims. Sadly things are too far gone and we’re on the same path as Italy who at this rate will be past 10k deaths by Easter, so everyone who should, is staying home.
People in parts of the country have treated today like an extra bank holiday so parks have been rammed, while rural communities in the Highlands, Wales and the South West of England are being flooded by second homeowners bringing the virus with them and clearing out local shops of food and supplies. These communities have a clear message to these people.
Problem is until you force people, you’ll have twats. We’re all going to lose something in the months, even years ahead, but to needless lose your life because some dick from London has driven to their second home will be a terrible way to go.
So, don’t be a twat.
As many who follow this blog know, I’m back selling comics after some years away, and after a battle with stroke and cancer I’ve relocated to Glasgow to sort of regroup til my future becomes clearer. Things were going OK and the comics are too, and they were fun. So much fun I was working towards doing them full time. This year would be the year I hopefully did that and give Scotland the back issue dealer it needs…
Along comes the Coronavirus and BOOM! Conventions are canceling til the autumn at least and the entire industry is under threat. The real shame is that the physical act of buying comics is growing, and (without getting too big a head about it) I’ve played a part in showing up here it can be done, and done with reasonable prices rather than charging 70 quid for Batman #91.
At the minute I’ve got a job to fall back on but this puts the kibosh in maybe transitioning to full time, plus it shafts my helpers. However have a thought for those doing it full time who quite frankly, are fucked. If this had happened in a month we’d have the cash from a couple of huge shows to bide us over, but we don’t.
So, the comics industry in the West of Scotland, and the UK is on a knife-edge which means I’ll be blogging more about stuff that’s popular, so more comics, Glastonbury and the good stuff. However I do ask that if you enjoy it to chuck what you can to my KoFi page here. I don’t want to seem like a grifter but every little will help, and I’ll give you what you want!
We’re now weeks into the Coronavirus outbreak in Europe, and it is perfectly clear that failing to react in time will lead to something like Italy where the death toll as I type this has hit 1,441, with around 200 people a day dying as the virus takes full grip of the country. Other European countries are locking down, even ones like Denmark where there have been no deaths as yet. Here in the UK, the devolved governments are buying time to get equipment, infrastructure and people to help with the infected, but meantime Boris Johnson and the Tory government are talking of herd immunities and yet again bringing back romanticised false memories of war as if a war that saw hundreds of thousands of people die is a benchmark for bravery. Having nearly died a couple of times, trust me when I say there’s nothing fucking romantic about dying.
UK Health Secretary Matt Hancock was on TV this morning making it clear that in the UK’s worst peacetime crisis we have someone so totally inept in charge that you need to pay to get what information there is out of him.
Right now people are starting to panic with tales of panic buying being normalised and a sense that instead of a clear, effective line of expert communication we have a garbled bag of nonsense with too little being done too late much to the open jaws of doctors and scientists who warn we’re heading for a situation like Italy when the virus hits hard in a month or so.
We seem to be led by donkeys roleplaying war fantasies and dreams of British exceptionalism in their head who are about to be splattered by a brick wall of reality hitting them hard. Sad thing is people are going to die because of this, and as someone who has a one in six chance of dying if I contract the virus I’m going to be pissed off dying because Boris Johnson didn’t have a fucking clue how to deal with a crisis.
And oh, imagine what happens when Brexit kicks in next year.
The world is going to shit, and that was before the coronavirus. Now we’re in a world where entire countries are quarantining themselves, Real Madrid are all self-isolating, while Donald Trump tries hard to sit and read a statement to camera but fails to do even that properly. Meanwhile in the UK we’re not banning events where people can meet and spread the disease but we are buying toilet paper in such quantities that by now there must be households where entire rooms are bulging with the stuff.
Though I can see why people are stockpiling toilet roll. In the event of a real genuine breakdown of civilisation what’s the point of looking all cool, moody and hard like Norman Reedus if you smell like shite because you can’t wipe your arse properly.
And now today hordes of London-based hacks are going insane not over Boris Johnson’s inept handling of the crisis (where we should be shitting down for a week at least) because Nicola Sturgeon is giving early, clear warnings of what is happening. We live in the time of the Crazies where sanity has been replaced by a barely restrained hysteria and one might ask why am I not panicking as after all, I’m one of the coronavirus’s target audience seeing as my immune system is fucked after the cancer, stroke, etc, etc…
I’m not in a panic because after flirting with death you get used to living with it in the same way you get used to an unwelcome visitor shitting on your couch. The fact is you put your faith in the NHS to do what they can do, and if they can’t well, at least I don’t have to see people panic over whether their arse will be clean enough in the apocalypse.
We live in a culture where people, adults, have to be told how to wash their hands. Actual bloody adults who have no idea how to wash the shite or piss off their hands and with the coronavirus, we have people panic buying toilet paper and hand cleaner.
Can you imagine it, civilisation brought down because people don’t wash their hands.
We’re fucked as a society aren’t we?
Every now and then Planet Earth spits out something that’s designed to wipe large numbers of people out, and this latest case of death from nowhere is the Coronavirus. We’ve had these things before and although they’ve sadly killed people in numbers, we’ve not seen the sort of global pandemic which has wiped out hundreds of thousands, if not more.That was back in the time of reason when science and sanity overruled all, even when countries woujld be ruled by idiots.
Well, now we’re in the age of idiocy. In the US, Donald Trump has appointed Mike Pence to oversee the effort to fight this, and here we’ve got Mike Hancock, UK Health Secretary who thinks we can get rid of it by washing our hands while singing God Save the Queen.
So, seeing as white can now be black, and that we’ve already got conspiracy theorists saying ‘THEY’ produced this to for some reasons or another, and in an age where facts are flexible the truth is we’re fucked. I look forward to our forthcoming apocalypse with some glee as it means we’ll be free of the age of stupidity.