I like Edwina Currie. That will annoy some of my listeners. I don’t care. I like her anyway. I met her when I was presenting talk radio shows in Spain. She was always available, would debate any topic and never took herself too seriously. I’m disappointed that she exited stage left before her cue on this evening’s show. But hey ho. We were debating the logic of lockdowns, whether they cause more harm than Covid itself and the efficacy of face coverings. Edwina became annoyed when I asked her to produce a study, after she’d said that there was clear evidence that facemasks prevent the transmission of viruses. She couldn’t point to one and seemed to think that it was “gotcha” journalism on my part. It wasn’t. She brought up the studies. My follow-up question was inevitable.
A few minutes later, after I’d texted her to say that it was unfortunate and unprofessional that she hung up on me, Edwina texted me three links, suggesting that I wouldn’t even read them. I was still on air of course. I pointed out that it was pretty ironic of her to say that, considering that she didn’t want to hear about the esteemed scientists that I had namedropped on the show. ANYWAY, it doesn’t matter. It’s a shame, because I was looking forward to challenging her on the PCR test, hospital capacity and other issues. I respect Edwina for blowing the whistle on salmonella, taking the hits for years and then being proved right years later, but also for her unswerving support of free speech and open debate. She’s a good egg. See what I did there?
I know that Edwina Currie believes in lockdowns, face coverings and social distancing. She’s no shill. I am convinced that she is wrong and I outline my reasons on the radio show each evening. She is most certainly convinced that I am wrong and may even feel that broadcasters like me endanger the public. It’s a paradox. What do we do? My minor spat with Edwina is a microcosm of the macrocosm. Families, friends and neighbours are falling out as I write this. It’s tearing people apart. And all I see, is the totalitarian agenda gathering pace. Anyway, the hour is late and there’s wine to be supped. In the interest of balance (always) and fairness, here are the links Edwina sent me, in support of her contention, that wearing a face covering is supported by scientific evidence. I won’t comment on them. She can have the last word….today.