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OVER 1,372 CASES

A week ago, last Sunday, I wrote the following prediction of a worst case for the UK:

'Viruses peak, so we may expect a rapid acceleration of cases - maybe 1000 by Mothering Sunday in a fortnight in Britain; and 34 deaths. Any higher number so soon would be worse case bad.'

A fortnight is two weeks, but here we are, 7 days later, with 1,372 cases and 35 deaths. If we have 5,000 cases in a week, and 500 deaths, we will know we are on a very bad path, and closer to the 'Italy scenario' than thought.

It is obvious there is a scientific debate of unusual urgency and impact unfolding, here in Britain, as the PM's chief scientific advisors opt for less agressive containment measures than their counterparts on the continent have gone for - Germany, Italy, Denmark, and France, are in various stages of lockdown - the thought of all cafes and restaurants in France closed is strikingly poignant - not even the Nazi invasion managed that.

This is now humanity's World War 3 - a once only sci-fi vision of nations at a standstill, as thousands die daily, and economies crumble, facing an obligate parasite with only one design - to infect hosts and replicate.

This blog believes that stronger Wuhan-style containment would be advised at this point - self-appointed social distancing is never as persuasive (or fair for businesses looking for insurance support) as emergency law. The more draconian the better.

Behavioural psychologists worried there is not enough carrot and too much stick in isolation need to recognise the fear factor will surely rise very soon... Spain saw 200 deaths in 24 hours - the sort of death rate news a nation usually only receives in wartime. For example, the usual death rate for Viet Nam, for American soldiers, was 100 casualties or less most days. 

One thing is sure - this is only the beginning. Be safe, and wash your hands often.


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