Lies, Damned Lies and

an excellent article from Dr John Lee in the Spectator, How deadly is the coronavirus? It's still far from clear, a rare instance of sanity in these topsy-turvy times:

Governments everywhere say they are responding to the science. The policies in the UK are not the government’s fault. They are trying to act responsibly based on the scientific advice given. But governments must remember that rushed science is almost always bad science. We have decided on policies of extraordinary magnitude without concrete evidence of excess harm already occurring, and without proper scrutiny of the science used to justify them.

South Korea and Sweden (are there others?*) do not seem to have sought refuge in lunacy. Maybe on the other side of this a reader will wonder, where? oh, where all the dead guys are, but I am waiting rather for the deluge of self-exculpatory bullshit from our own Authorities when the reckoning is presented.











Maybe by that time, "non-essential" carping will have become a criminal offence, and there will be no need for such a deluge.

*Update: and the Taiwanese, who have a sensible Government; the South Koreans because they are a democracy; the Swedes because...

The Past is a Foreign Country

they do things differently there.

Cardboard City

Moving house: ten bankers' boxes, the boxes they came in and the box the boxes came in are all going to be useful.

The pink boxes on the left are still unpacked from the previous move, as I never got round to putting up bookshelves. They and several others became the base for the wooden board which had to serve instead.

I fear that I am becoming an urban nomad, with an ever-growing train of boxes of books to be stacked at each caravanserai, until I die and the boxes go to the tip.

The thought occurs that I could put down roots of a sort, and use the boxes to start my own shanty town in the car park of my current flat.

Kulinary Kapers

Feeling a bit bad about this, like I am cooking up giant tardigrades












but the better for adding Ingrediaments.













Somewhere out there, Springing.


I wish I was not so empty-headed, and worry that it is a Life Change, not an itinerant absence.

Is the rest of

Running on Fumes

I thought I had thought of something today, but now I think about it I'm not so sure. What would it have been, anyway?

Working From Home

Latest rank of empty shelves, the blobs. All gone.

Not gone at all, the female pleasure enhancing gels and such, or the KY: this is no time to go for a walk on the wild side.

Readers: The supermarket, eh.

Blogista: An essential journey. How else could I have found out that the blobs are all gone.

Improvement

As one who has to move house in the next few weeks (and first find a house, at that) I do hope the brand new Police State won't be too err... policey.

Meanwhile, the supermarket

Readers: Why don't you read an improving book and post about that, instead? We want something different to ignore.