As gorgeous and as epic as ever and with a prophetic title from this multi Moon offending band from the north east of The North.
“I don’t want to get bitter. I want us to get better. I want us to be kinder. To ourselves and to each other”
Some top notch Brighton Rock.
The president was aware of the danger from the coronavirus – but a lack of leadership has created an emergency of epic proportions by and Tom McCarthy in New York When the definitive history of the coronavirus pandemic is written, the date 20 January 2020 is certain to feature prominently.
Mexicans are “rapists”. Muslims should be “banned” from entering America. Black and Hispanic members of Congress should “go back” to where they came from. Immigrants hail from “shithole countries”. White supremacist groups contain some “very fine people”.
While Trump blusters, the online giant has taken on the role of regulator and benevolent dictator
As we wait for the tsunami, the mood becomes increasingly apocalyptic. This is right and proper, but not for the reason you might think. The Shorter Oxford English Dictionary tells us that “apocalypse” actually means “revelation” and that sounds spot-on to me.
In his magisterial book, Epidemics and Society, the historian Frank Snowden examined ways in which disease outbreaks have altered the societies through which they have spread. “Epidemics,” he said in a recent interview, are “a category of disease that seem to hold up the mirror to human beings as to who we really are. That is to say, they obviously have everything to do with our relationship to our mortality, to death, to our lives. They also … show the moral relationships that we have toward each other as people, and we’re seeing that today.” They are, in other words, revelations.
First published on 16th March from an old sage in the Independent
What are the chances? All those ‘technology lessons’ in that flat with the pole dancing pole in, and still the urgent email from the EU about buying cheap ventilators ends up in Boris Johnson’s spam folder.
The trajectory is darkening, with Britain now a significant step nearer to being led by Dominic Raab
Here we are, then. TFI whatever day it is. It might feel unclear if you’re suffering from a persistent cough or are just trying to hack up the red pill.
Unfortunately, return to the simulation is impossible. As I type this, both Boris Johnson and the health secretary, Matt Hancock, have tested positive for coronavirus, while the chief medical officer, Chris Whitty, is self-isolating. The prime minister says he is experiencing mild symptoms, and will self-isolate in Downing Street, where he is continuing to helm the UK’s response to the pandemic. Fatalistically speaking, this die was cast the second we learned he’d appointed Dominic Raab as his “designated survivor”. Why lie about who we are, you know? Just activate whatever protocol installs a roid-fuelled salesman for Magnet kitchen (Esher branch), whose unbeaten monthly commission run will only come to a horrifying end if anyone checks the showroom freezers.
Soon pale rider Richard Branson will hove into view, offering to never sue the NHS again in return for a bailout
Marina Hyde is a Guardian columnist
We keep hearing that this is a war. Is it really? What helps to give the current crisis its wartime feel is the apparent absence of normal political argument.
As confirmed cases of the coronavirus in Germany soared past 10,000 last week, hundreds of Berliners crowded Volkspark am Friedrichshain to play soccer and basketball, and to let their kids loose on the park’s many jungle gyms.