My Corona
Never gonna stop? Give it up.
American friends asked me to write a few words about my experience of the coronavirus crisis.
It seems like everyone has their own ‘My Corona’ story to tell. They’re determined to tell it even though most of them are fine.
I don’t want to add to the noise but I can’t get ‘My Corona’ — sung to the words of ‘My Sharona’ — out of my head so here we are.
I don’t mind people sharing their personal stories online; I’ve read and benefited from many. But I’m sick of clickbait articles that try to scam people’s attention when they’re scared.
As an antidote to that I’ve decided to tell you my Corona story using song lyrics as headings. Lest you take life too seriously.
I have to warn you, though — this song is filthy — so wash your hands when you’re done.
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one
A lot of people are worried about the Corona Virus.
Symptoms include the inexplicable urge to drink bottles of piss-weak beer with wedges of lime stuck in the top.
Too soon?
They say we should stay indoors, avoid social contact and non-essential travel.
