As this wonderful little ‘story’ shows us, we have become a people, all of us, the entire population of the world, who, when given any small, pointed object, without questioning, just ram it into our nostrils til it hurts. We’ve become preconditioned to nasal swabbing at every opportunity.

But now we learn that some rather… unscrupulous? Possibly just opportunistic covid testing labs, not content with the billions of pounds they’ve made since the pandemic started, by flogging PCR tests for 150 quid, 120 quid, down to 85 quid, back up to 110, then finally down to the final resting place of about 60 sovs. Not content with that, testees were presented with a tick box about their ‘data’, something else we’re all bored shitless with. If the box isn’t ticked, you don’t get your test, so that pretty well ensures compliance. Because you have to agree with them sharing it with government, with the NHS, with track’n’trace, so you just think ‘yeah, whateverrrrr…’ and tick the box.

Unless you have too much time on your hands or are such a total and absolute dweeb (and that is not purely a bad thing) that you read the massive ‘what we do with your data’ terms and conditions, and then, follow a link to more information of what they might or can or should do with your data. Including ‘further scientific research’. Sounds fair enough. Anything in the fight against Covid, that’s gotta be good, right?

Whereas what they’re really going to do is sell your dna. Amazing how the currency changes. If you stuck something up your nose 30 years ago, all you’d ‘harvest’ was snot. Now you get dna. Which, in the vast numbers involved here, is a bit more valuable. And for which, if anyone other than the reporter actually read that far, ‘they may receive compensation’.

So now, like the diva I was always meant to be, like the princess to which I aspired: I ain’t stickin’ nuffink up me nose wivout getting paid.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx