Many things in life fall into a grey area. Not this.
If you travelled out of London or the South-East on Saturday, you are an appalling individual, and you make me ashamed to be British. To be human, actually.
The train companies were obviously morally – but apparently somehow not legally? – negligent to sell so many tickets, but if you packed on to the trains, you are disgusting, selfish, ungrateful, gross.
I wish the NHS could somehow keep track of you, so its poor, exhausted workers could refuse to treat any of you, or the families welcoming you at the other end of your journey. Your behaviour is inexcusable.
Even under the old, now defunct rules, travel wasn’t allowed until the five day Christmas started on December 23.
Saturday was the 19th. Days away. Whatever you told yourself to make it seem OK was a lie.
You crammed yourself into what can only have been superspreader carriages, incubating a new strain of the virus that we had just been told is 70 per cent more transmittable, and transported Coronavirus all over the country.
And whether you drove, flew or even walked, the end result will still be the same.
You have taken the new strain to places it had so far not reached. You have helped Coronavirus. In the fight between good and evil, you picked the wrong side.
If only your egotistical actions would just hurt you, rather than many innocent strangers too, people who were probably sticking to the rules, making the necessary painful sacrifices, for the greater good. But who cares about those mugs, eh? Your Christmas is much more important than their lives.
That’s another hangover of your repugnant festive actions; you’ll probably make some of the socially conscious people, who have abided by the restrictions throughout - even when they seemed counterintuitive, even when those who set them didn’t stick to them – feel like fools.
You’ve made them wonder why they bother. Maybe they won’t next time.
They probably now believe the lunatics looking for the scotch egg loophole in the RULES INTRODUCED TO SAVE ALL OF OUR LIVES have taken over the asylum.
And the handful of people genuinely making missions of mercy across the country as safely as they could - perhaps having isolated for weeks before - to lonely relatives in dire straits mentally, are now lumped in with you, either just figuratively, or perhaps also literally, on public transport.
If you scarpered on Saturday, you rats who fled the sinking ship, many will suffer terribly, and many others will die as a direct result of your actions.
Enjoy your turkey. I’d say I hope it’s worth it, but that’s pointless, because there’s just no way it can be.
