We’re all complicated creatures, capable of many things, good and bad. Aren’t we? Once upon a time, I rescued two young teenage girls from the sea. The first was exhausting enough. The second? I remember standing on the beach, looking back out at sea where girl number two awaited me. I wasn’t a hundred per cent convinced that if I went back in, that either of of us would ever get back to shore. I looked about to see if anyone else could do it. Nope. So I went back in the sea. It’s my sole tale of genuine heroism. And it worked out ok.
On every flight I’ve ever taken, I look for the best exit, just in case. I’m not a terribly fearful flyer. But I am the sort of person that likes to be one step ahead. So where is the best exit? It’s not always the nearest. There’s a reasonable chance that you will have to compete with others in an emergency. The best exit is the one with people that are most easily trampled between you and the door. The young, the elderly, the weak. I know. I am a horrible person. Absolutely horrible. I’m sorry.
There are multiple coronavirus vaccines about to become available. My genuine belief is that they should be administered according to need. The elderly, the vulnerable, the care workers should get priority. It’s important we do this right. It’s no good having the vaccination allocated according to wealth. That won’t even necessarily enable governments to reduce the restrictions. If this were put to a referendum, I’d vote for need over wealth.
On the flip side, if a coronavirus vaccine becomes available privately in the UK at a reasonable price, then I’ll likely pay up. I know. I’m a hypocrite. There, I’ve said it. So I’m at least an honest hypocrite. Et tu? What’s your favoured brand of hypocrisy?
Today’s view is from the business end of Boscombe Pier in Bournemouth.
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