This thing about how many people die of The Flu. Fair enough. It's an argument I suppose. But, the issue for me is not how many people die of Covid-19. It's how many die because they can't get treatment for Covid-19. How many die at home with shit soiled trousers with 111 ringing out on the phone. How many die after being told the GP can't ring them back. How many die in hospital car parks. How many die crouching next to a Twix & Crisps machine in a hospital corridor. How many die in a Travelodge doubling as a makeshift hospital. How many die because the doctors have had to play Paper Scissors Stone to decide who has the Ventilator. I'm scared of dying. But I will. I'm scared of catching Covid-19. And dying from it. But, catching it & dying from it because an overstretched NHS can't cope - you could be saved, but they can't save you. Fuck Me - that's not The Flu.
(And I know those apocalyptic scenes I describe aren't particularly happening. But, I don't want them to)