The politician says “can’t ride your bike”,
A lovely suit, so businesslike,
To this very day it is unclear,
why the thought of two wheels filled him with fear.
COVID is spreads when we breathe it in,
Close contact is where it all begins.
What’s more, this was known from the very start
The goal was to keep us all apart.
“Do not go out”, Prime Minister required,
If you don’t follow, results could be dire,
And then, of course, there is the police,
Banning people sitting on the beach.
for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), cage.
I was just nspired to write this, thinking about lockdown.
What we knew about the virus, and we knew from the very start, was that it was spread by somebody exhaling the droplet, and somebody else inhaling them. So, the name of the game was – still is – one person keeping their distance from another. That’s it.
And yet (and I blogged about some of these at the time, with horror) we had
- cases of the police patrolling supermarkets, deciding what we could and could not buy.
- The Police using drones to identify people who had driven somewhere (albeit somewhere very isolated) in order to walk their dog. The police’s excuse was, what if they break down? What if they need a mechanic? How often do cars break down, these days?
- The Police patrolling beaches, lest somebody sit on them. The beaches did not spread the virus, contact with people did.
- A health director up in Scotland, a guy called Jason Leach, told the news media that going out on mountain bikes was forbidden. He never said why, but presumably his reasons were the same as above – if you have some kind of problem and need assistance. Any biker will find a way of performing running repairs to get themselves home, at least. I used to carry a minature toolkit in my saddlebag.
These are all true stories, have happened in the UK since the last six months, so I think that if you give some people half a chance, they will put us into cages.