It’s hard to process the death of one hundred thousand people. In fact, it’s almost impossible. I have been staring at pictures of packed football stadiums and festival crowds, but nothing seems to capture the enormity of it.
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Imagine my excitement today, at finding something new in a story that’s becoming exhaustingly repetitive. I haven’t seen a single newspaper headline, tweet or Facebook status using the pun ‘Oh Tier, What a Mess’. The only thing more tiresome than the COVID measures themselves are the puns. If my single