In January a friend messaged me and asked me if I’d heard there was a new virus in China. Since we’ve had a new virus about every two years that, so far as I can tell, did not affect my life in any way whatsoever, my instant reaction was that it was a load of old clickbait bullshit that the drug companies would magically have a vaccine for almost as soon as we first heard about it. Indeed, I seem to remember this happened with the Swine Flu outbreak, which I believe both myself and brother contracted and which turned out to be little more than three days of the sweats.
“I’m not going,” she says.
“Ah come on, don’t be daft,” I say, “sure it’s all hysteria. You’re more likely to die of diabetes but that doesn’t stop you eating all those chocolate bars, does it?”
“What are you trying to say?” she asks.
“Well, nothing, just that, you know, you like chocolate.”
“And so what if I like it? I know what you’re saying, you asshole.”
“I’m not saying anything. We’ve been looking forward to this gig for weeks. It’d be a shame not to go just because of some silly virus.” Continue reading “Love In The Time Of Coronavirus”