One of the Professors who took the country into lockdown with his fatal(but faulty)computer modelling of the virus....Neil Ferguson has recently pontificated that if the government relax the restrictions over the festive period, ‘Millions Will Die’.
Like Professor Jason Leitch, the advisor to wee Krankie, he is telling us we should have a digital Christmas.
He does not see that this suggestion is impossible for some people.
These people tend to be the old and the lonely....those are the folk that often miss out on the festivities anyway.
But these are the people who usually have their festivities at a lunch club, a community hall, or a church hall.
They might get a gift along with the Christmas lunch.
A game of Bingo, the local school may do some sort of stage show, nativity, musical show...whatever it is, it brings a little joy and light into their lives.
Except not this year.
They are expected to have a digital Christmas.
How?
No computer, no mobile phone....or at least not one whereby they can access the internet.
Internet? They have no internet.
Not only that they have no-one with whom to have this ‘digital Christmas’.
For those who are lucky enough to have family, they are very likely to be in a similar boat.
They have someone who loves them, but who they cannot be with....they have no internet.
For those who do have access to modern technology.....it is a very poor substitute.
Watching your grand children, great grandchildren open their presents.....seeing the festive lights, the food, the turkey....the gathering around a dinner table of people who mean the world to you and may only live a few streets away, but cannot be with.
Isn’t that some sort of psychological torture?
And how do you pull a digital cracker, how do you kiss your grandson under the mistletoe, how do you share a piece of Christmas cake, a mince pie, a glass of wine.
Yes, yes, I know....you have your own bit of cake, your own mince pie, your own glass of wine.
But if you are on your own you frequently do not buy these things....there are too many in a box, the cake would still be there at Easter....the wine, sherry or whisky would find its way to the back of the cupboard as a painful reminder of a pitiful celebration....or what should be a celebration.
These professors who deal with computers do not live in the real world.
I ask myself if they are human at all....but the fact the Neil Ferguson broke the early lockdown to have a ‘bunk up’ with a lady friend tells me that some part of the man is human.
If this were me, having family across the road....a family who want me at their table, a plump roast of one description or another, cheery greetings, laughter, jokes and the stuff that makes Christmas memorable.
Do you honestly think that I would be doing a Zoom Christmas?
The police cannot be everywhere and I would take my risk of getting the virus or getting copped.
I would rather live on my feet than die on my knees.
And the toast at the table this year would be ‘Doom boys get stood on’....or words to that effect.
Like Professor Jason Leitch, the advisor to wee Krankie, he is telling us we should have a digital Christmas.
He does not see that this suggestion is impossible for some people.
These people tend to be the old and the lonely....those are the folk that often miss out on the festivities anyway.
But these are the people who usually have their festivities at a lunch club, a community hall, or a church hall.
They might get a gift along with the Christmas lunch.
A game of Bingo, the local school may do some sort of stage show, nativity, musical show...whatever it is, it brings a little joy and light into their lives.
Except not this year.
They are expected to have a digital Christmas.
How?
No computer, no mobile phone....or at least not one whereby they can access the internet.
Internet? They have no internet.
Not only that they have no-one with whom to have this ‘digital Christmas’.
For those who are lucky enough to have family, they are very likely to be in a similar boat.
They have someone who loves them, but who they cannot be with....they have no internet.
For those who do have access to modern technology.....it is a very poor substitute.
Watching your grand children, great grandchildren open their presents.....seeing the festive lights, the food, the turkey....the gathering around a dinner table of people who mean the world to you and may only live a few streets away, but cannot be with.
Isn’t that some sort of psychological torture?
And how do you pull a digital cracker, how do you kiss your grandson under the mistletoe, how do you share a piece of Christmas cake, a mince pie, a glass of wine.
Yes, yes, I know....you have your own bit of cake, your own mince pie, your own glass of wine.
But if you are on your own you frequently do not buy these things....there are too many in a box, the cake would still be there at Easter....the wine, sherry or whisky would find its way to the back of the cupboard as a painful reminder of a pitiful celebration....or what should be a celebration.
These professors who deal with computers do not live in the real world.
I ask myself if they are human at all....but the fact the Neil Ferguson broke the early lockdown to have a ‘bunk up’ with a lady friend tells me that some part of the man is human.
If this were me, having family across the road....a family who want me at their table, a plump roast of one description or another, cheery greetings, laughter, jokes and the stuff that makes Christmas memorable.
Do you honestly think that I would be doing a Zoom Christmas?
The police cannot be everywhere and I would take my risk of getting the virus or getting copped.
I would rather live on my feet than die on my knees.
And the toast at the table this year would be ‘Doom boys get stood on’....or words to that effect.