It’s good that, with very little else to do (I mean, literally, as they’ve run out of policies and are now just working towards next year’s election), the Government has managed to generate a little bit of a scare – admittedly helped along in fricking spades by the media – about the Ebola thing by having a meeting about the UK’s preparedness when it comes to flesh-eating diseases that almost certainly result in death.
Realistically, the chances of Ebola finding its way over here are slim anyway and has been pointed out there are various safeguards in place which, while not there for Ebola, would serve to sort everything out just fine anyway.
But the thing is, when you’re assessing the UK’s readiness for anything, you’ve got to take one thing into account.
We can’t even cope with weather. Sun, we go to pieces and all skive off work – not only that, but we have to be issued with strict guidelines as to what we should do in the event of heat, lest we all die. Rain, everything floods. And snow? Well, a bit of snow and we are buggered. The whole country grinds to a halt. If someone with Ebola nipped in to the country during the winter we’d be absolutely screwed. I mean, chances are they wouldn’t infect anyone as they wouldn’t be able to get anywhere due to the snow, but it’s still a risk.
And, of course, this meeting of the minds, led by Cameron, is held during the Commonwealth games so we can now all watch the various events and wonder if anyone from the African nations has brought over any Ebola. One of the cyclists, I think, has been held in quarantine for four days. Which, I think you’ll agree, has given all the other competitors a hell of a head start on him.
I can already hear the Daily Mail banging out a series of articles about how they maybe thing that the Commonwealth Games should be held on a floating island out in the middle of the sea, just incase. And should maybe not include all the Commonwealth, just the countries that have treatable diseases.