Well, here we are again, Possums, doing another Covid Briefing Bingo just when we thought we’d never see another. With the continuously-imminent election uh, imminent, Justin Trudeau has an awful lot of other things on his plate, which is no doubt silver to match the spoons.

Oh, did I ever tell you my theory about why Boris Johnson hates boiled eggs? I did not, unless you were in the comments section of Boris’ blog about fifteen years ago, so here goes. We love a good digression around these parts, we surely do.

So, Boris Johnson, currently the Prime Minister of the Technically United But Actually Rapidly Disintegrating Kingdom, hates boiled eggs.

Now, you might not care, as I did not, as neither I nor you (in all probability) are egg farmers or egg restaurateurs. But there’s a delicious hook or two here: Schadenfreude and class war. And inorganic chemistry, which is always cool. We love a good inorganic chemistry digression, especially with lashings of class war and a dollop of Schadenfreude.

When you or I eat eggs, I bet you or I do so with a spoon made of steel. What happens when the steel meets the egg is…the egg gives, and we eat it. When a posh person such as Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson (no really) eats an egg, he does it with a literally silver spoon. Or, if you’re just bougie, silver plate. And what happens when silver meets egg is, the silver reacts with the sulfur compounds in the egg and a really revolting gas is released.

So, the reason BoJo doesn’t like boiled eggs is, class privilege. I say we don’t tell him, and we keep all the nicely boiled and poached eggs to ourselves.

Dining privilege has its own pitfalls, Boris. Take note.

As I sit in the hospital cafeteria at a table alone, because those are the rules, my rage is replaced with a clear understanding of why the pandemic has been handled so poorly by our government. It has never effected them. There is no skin on the game. https://t.co/ZvbUyL5A9u

— Darren Markland (@drdagly) June 3, 2021

When you fly too close to the sun, you can get burned, as Canadian politicians routinely find out.

Even back then it was obvious to all but the blinkered that both Alberta and Ontario were in for a world of hurt and death. These journalists doing their best to erase their tracks might consider thinking twice before laying them in the first place. pic.twitter.com/r4LoLAjW6O

— Scribulatora (@Scribulatora) June 4, 2021

This is a Covid briefing post. It’s about a pandemic. Stick with me here.

Oh wait, speaking of tangents…

Free Hong Kong & the Uyghurs, & send the Michaels home. https://t.co/Ku81qqINGf

— Sandy Garossino (@Garossino) June 4, 2021

We are still in obedience to our arbitrarily though not randomly chosen naming convention of mystery. Today we are Sunburn, both in adherence to that convention (although we are 99% unconventional here normally ((but not conventionally))) and because we have been forgetting the sunscreen before heading out with Buddy to catch some Pokemon, and it takes better than an hour to hit all the Pokestops in the neighbourhood.

And maybe also for some other politically resonant resons.

So far in this series we have had:

• Sunburn (today)
• Sensitive-Nose
• Grub
• Gassy
• Wolf
• Fool’s Gold
• Toadstool
• Kiddy
• Pokey
• Boss
• Sunday
• Woody
• Spanky
• Robin
• Snooky
• Muddy
• Grumpy
• Sparky
• Heavy Metal
• Happy

Covid briefing. Right, right. Focus.

Let’s dive right in. Here’s our CPAC video:

And our Bingo cards, ten and counting. New one coming whenever I can be arsed which is anyone’s bet these days:

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