The lockdown

I am trying very hard to not write about the virus, but it seems it cannot be ignored right now. So many people, months ago, warned us that the virus would be back, erm bigly, in the winter. Here we are in autumn (fall) and it has already begun.

The government in the UK, maybe elsewhere too, uses a number called the R value. It indicates how many other people a person with the virus will infect (on average). Zero means no-one gets infected, which is good. One is a kind of steady state. More than one means it is growing. The aim was to be less than one, but now it is above.

I don’t know what they use to calculate this number. I assumed there would be a formula, but I am sure someone once said, when asked, that they take into account a whole load of factors (in other words, anything they can think of that’s relevant), and then estimate it (ie they guess).

We now have new rules. Pubs close at 10pm (so people can pile out together into the streets, into off licences or public transport to spread the virus). No more than six people can meet.

Trumping everyone

I am not a big fan of Donald Trump, not at all. I am trying very hard not to watch the USA election business and all the stupid things that Mr T and his lackeys are saying.

I think it was five years ago that I was in Seattle on a holiday. I loved Seattle. It rained pretty much the whole time and the receptionist at the hotel called it West Coast Manchester. Everywhere was in walking distance, and there was some great coffee to be had.

At the time, the Republican party was starting to whittle down their candidates. It was all over the tv. Trump insulted most of the others on their looks, intelligence, anything he could use. At the same time, he insisted on standing in the middle of the group, so all the attention would be on him.