The longer this coronavirus thing goes on, the less I seem to know about it. On the Diamond Princess, which was a microcosm of the epidemic, and a perfect environment for maximum spread, it seems that 80% of passengers and crew didn’t get it. And another 12% got it, but showed no symptoms. And of the remaining 8%, just 7 people died. Not much to worry about.
But now we have 800 people dying in Italy in a single day. Why so few deaths on the Diamond Princess, and so many in Italy? One answer is that on the Diamond Princess they were shipped off to hospitals when they tested positive, while in Italy it looks like the hospitals have been overwhelmed by patients, and new patients get no treatment, and die.
But that’s just my guess. So I don’t really know.
The Prime Minister may enforce the measures within 24 hours amid concern members of the public are not listening to the Government’s warnings. Under the lockdown, movements could be restricted by police. Curfews have been imposed in Italy, Spain and France while parks and all shops have except supermarkets and pharmacies have also been closed. Fines have also been instituted if members of the public venture out for non-essential trips. At the weekend, pictures emerged of masses of people walking through parks and even attending markets despite the Government’s advice. Today, the House of Commons will also debate the Coronavirus Bill in all its stages in order to give the Government added powers to stop the outbreak of the Covid-19. The bill will be enshrined into law later this week and will allow such measures as closing ports and airports.
It goes back to what people believe. And in my case I no longer know what to believe about any of it. And probably it’s the same with most other people, and they’ve decided to carry on as normal. Why should they panic? Who should they trust? Does anybody really know what’s going on anyway?
It’s nice to think that there are experts who do know. But when the self-styled experts openly disagree among themselves, they can’t all know what they’re talking about. And the same is true with all the experts in Climate Change and Tobacco Control. What do they know? Not much.
We’ll just have to see what happens. Some of us will expect the worst. Others will hope for the best.
I’ll hope for the best. I live a life that is almost completely isolated anyway (thanks to the 12 year old smoking ban). I became even more isolated two months ago when I started shopping for groceries online, because I was finding it too hard to shop for myself on foot. But now Tesco’s online shopping waiting list has no delivery slots available. I read yesterday that Tesco (Britain’s largest supermarket) were hiring new staff in large numbers. But that hasn’t seemed to fix the logjam yet. So I’ll have to live off what I’ve already got.
I don’t know what to expect next, not just from coronavirus, but from the response to it. It looks like there’s going to be chaos.
The solution maybe is to just make another cup of tea or coffee, and enjoy it with an accompanying cigarette, and stop worrying about everything. And gaze out of the window, remembering the hits of yesteryear, when life was so much simpler. e.g. Bob Luman, Dreamy Doll, 1959: