Coronavirus (Covid 19)

[ladymuck]

Lots of demand for cargo planes now that passenger aircraft that used to be used flying cargo about are no longer flying

[Old Greg]

Lots of demand for cargo planes now that passenger aircraft that used to be used flying cargo about are no longer flying

Countries want to keep open the ability to deport MF.

[AB1]

On a more positive note (bearing in mind WFTH's request for sources from now on ������):

Source: The Telegraph, by Harriet Barber and Sarah Knapton

1. "A Japanese flu drug called favipiravir has been deemed 'clearly effective' in treating coronavirus. Patients who were positive for Covid-19 were given the medicine in China and tested negative for the disease after a median of four days. For those treated with the drug, lung conditions improved in 91 per cent of patients, compared to 62 per cent of those without the drug.

2. Scientists from the University of Oxford have developed a new coronavirus test that provides results in just 30 minutes - three times quicker than the current fastest testing methods. The equipment is relatively simple and researchers say it could help detect coronavirus in the earlier stages of infection too."

[Andy2]

Countries want to keep open the ability to deport MF.

surely bad news for UK

[NotAllThere]

On a more positive note (bearing in mind WFTH's request for sources from now on ������):

Source: The Telegraph, by Harriet Barber and Sarah Knapton

1. "A Japanese flu drug called favipiravir has been deemed 'clearly effective' in treating coronavirus. Patients who were positive for Covid-19 were given the medicine in China and tested negative for the disease after a median of four days. For those treated with the drug, lung conditions improved in 91 per cent of patients, compared to 62 per cent of those without the drug.

The Times goes on to point out that Japanese doctors have also tried using Favipiravir and didn't see these kinds of improvements.

[BR14]

'cough' WGAF? 'cough' 'cough'

[BrilloPad]

'cough' WGAF? 'cough' 'cough'

Was that the sound of your motorbike stuttering after slipping in horse manure?

[BR14]

Was that the sound of your motorbike stuttering after slipping in horse manure?

nah, - caught a cyclist in the air intake.
just a blip.

[darmstadt]

MCSWEENY'S LETTER FROM F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, QUARANTINED IN 1920 IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE DURING THE SPANISH INFLUENZA OUTBREAK.

Dearest Rosemary,
It was a limpid dreary day, hung as in a basket from a single dull star. I thank you for your letter. Outside, I perceive what may be a collection of fallen leaves tussling against a trash can. It rings like jazz to my ears. The streets are that empty. It seems as though the bulk of the city has retreated to their quarters, rightfully so. At this time, it seems very poignant to avoid all public spaces. Even the bars, as I told Hemingway, but to that he punched me in the stomach, to which I asked if he had washed his hands. He hadn’t. He is much the denier, that one. Why, he considers the virus to be just influenza. I’m curious of his sources.

The officials have alerted us to ensure we have a month’s worth of necessities. Zelda and I have stocked up on red wine, whiskey, rum, vermouth, absinthe, white wine, sherry, gin, and lord, if we need it, brandy.

Please pray for us.

You should see the square, oh, it is terrible. I weep for the damned eventualities this future brings. The long afternoons rolling forward slowly on the ever-slick bottomless highball. Z. says it’s no excuse to drink, but I just can’t seem to steady my hand. In the distance, from my brooding perch, the shoreline is cloaked in a dull haze where I can discern an unremitting penance that has been heading this way for a long, long while. And yet, amongst the cracked cloudline of an evening’s cast, I focus on a single strain of light, calling me forth to believe in a better morrow.

Faithfully yours,

F. Scott Fitzgerald






NOTE: This is a work of parody and is not an actual letter written by Fitzgerald.

[SueEllen]

MCSWEENY'S LETTER FROM F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, QUARANTINED IN 1920 IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE DURING THE SPANISH INFLUENZA OUTBREAK.

Dearest Rosemary,
It was a limpid dreary day, hung as in a basket from a single dull star. I thank you for your letter. Outside, I perceive what may be a collection of fallen leaves tussling against a trash can. It rings like jazz to my ears. The streets are that empty. It seems as though the bulk of the city has retreated to their quarters, rightfully so. At this time, it seems very poignant to avoid all public spaces. Even the bars, as I told Hemingway, but to that he punched me in the stomach, to which I asked if he had washed his hands. He hadn’t. He is much the denier, that one. Why, he considers the virus to be just influenza. I’m curious of his sources.

The officials have alerted us to ensure we have a month’s worth of necessities. Zelda and I have stocked up on red wine, whiskey, rum, vermouth, absinthe, white wine, sherry, gin, and lord, if we need it, brandy.

Please pray for us.

You should see the square, oh, it is terrible. I weep for the damned eventualities this future brings. The long afternoons rolling forward slowly on the ever-slick bottomless highball. Z. says it’s no excuse to drink, but I just can’t seem to steady my hand. In the distance, from my brooding perch, the shoreline is cloaked in a dull haze where I can discern an unremitting penance that has been heading this way for a long, long while. And yet, amongst the cracked cloudline of an evening’s cast, I focus on a single strain of light, calling me forth to believe in a better morrow.

Faithfully yours,

F. Scott Fitzgerald






NOTE: This is a work of parody and is not an actual letter written by Fitzgerald.

You are suppose to start a new thread if you are going to do creative writing.

That way I don't have to wade through crap to read people's attempts.