So, with a bit of luck, and if enough people behave themselves, we could finally be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
The progress being made in administering COVID vaccinations is certainly cause for some optimism – I’ve had a letter myself this week – and assuming we’re not all going to be rendered infertile (a bit late for me to care to be honest) or grow an extra head on our backsides, a return to some sort of normality is edging closer.
It’s unlikely that COVID-19 will be completely eradicated in the foreseeable future, maybe not even in many of our lifetimes, and much, if not all of the responsibility for this will lie with people who choose not to be vaccinated, for whatever misguided reason.
In any other situation I would be a passionate advocate for free choice and put my faith in the populace having the common sense and consideration for their fellow man to do the right thing.
But when you consider that in the past week alone police have reported issuing fines to a Rayleigh woman hosting an 18th birthday party for more than 15 people who all ran off when officers arrived, a Colchester woman who travelled to Clacton after organising a surprise 60th birthday party to which she had invited several guests and a saxophonist; and to six men and women from different households who were in a group of people, aged from 61 to four, at a baby shower in Grays, civil duty and common sense just can’t be counted on.
Which is why in this time of global emergency I am not completely against the idea of compulsory vaccination.
Comedian Harry Hill, a qualified doctor, made a very telling comment on Channel 4’s The Last Leg on Friday when he said the choice should be to have the vaccination voluntarily in your arm or involuntarily in your eye.
It was obviousy said to be funny, but you could tell there was an element of truth about it.
And that’s pretty much how I feel.
Some people will always be selfish idiots and dealing with a crisis of this magnitude doesn’t have to be the thin end of the wedge to dystopia
Farewell to a hero
The military honours afforded to Captain Sir Tom Moore at his funeral on Saturday were a fitting farewell to a man who at the age of 100 became a figurehead, not only in the fight against the coronavirus which eventually took him, but as a prime example of his generation, without which the world would have been a very different place this past 80-odd years.
The pageantry may not mean much to the young adults of today, but in the late 1930s and early 1940s, the lads their age were dodging bullets and seeing their friends die in front of them, so even if you don’t understand it, at least respect it.
Goodnight, sir, and thank you.
Heading for trouble
I’ve seen some surreal headlines over the years – “Hairy problem for unhappy Dicks” is one that comes to mind from a 1990s sport story concerning West Ham and “No leads in dog hanging” earned me a mention in the Telegraph weekend supplement about 20 years ago, although I’ve always considered my headline about badgers digging into graves in Castle Point – “Bone appetit.” parking issues in Walthamstow – “Space – the final affront here”, a fight in an Indian restaurant – “Argy bhaji”, a wanted man found camping out – “Criminal in tent” and “Woof justice”, which I had better not explain, to be far superior.
Another favourite from the BBC was “Jordan intervenes in Gaza crisis” (What it had to do with her I don’t know) and “Savage Cold Could Halt Fuchs”, “Sir Vivian Fuchs At Palace”, and “Sir Vivian Fuchs For Antarctic” from the late 1950s are the stuff of legend amongst journalists, although “Fuchs off to Antarctic” and “Fuchs off again” appear to be myths.
A great one to add to the list from the BBC News website this week is: “Man killed by own rooster during cockfight.”
And for every one that gets through there are many more that don’t.
Stupid TV quiz answer of the week:
Q: In what month were Noel Coward and Noel Edmonds born?