A time of phlegm-free flights and the viral virtues of Vaseline
Having survived the frontlines of the Covid-19 war, infesting the airports of the globe, this is what I have to report
Good news, my friends! I am here to tell you that real journalism isn’t dead. I know that much of what you can expect from news outlets these days is the poorly paragraphed harvest of some “staff reporter” with a smartphone dragging a wide-toothed comb through the damp, snaggly pelt of social media and picking out the juiciest nits and burrs and bugs for your delectation, but you’ll be pleased to know that this is not the case with your favourite news source (ie. this one).
Faced with the biggest story in the world right now, how did your news editor respond? Why, he (or perhaps she, I haven’t checked the masthead. Perhaps they) put his or her or their hand in his or her or their pocket and paid to send his or her or their most intrepid and fearless reporter into the danger zone to report back on what is really happening out there.
The story is the coronavirus, and that reporter is me. Like some two-eyed Marie Colvin I have spent the past several days at the frontlines of the viral war, infesting the airports of the globe, putting my life on the line and taking notes on what I have seen. So far what I have seen is this:..