We have a vaccine. This is the best news I have heard in ages.

It will hopefully mean that I can go to visit my father in the care home without having to shout through a window again and I can go back to travelling the UK to do stand-up.
Just when I was thinking that nothing could spoil the good vaccine news, along came the antivaxxers.

It’s a curious mindset. I’m convinced that if the Titanic disaster was to happen now there’d be a group of people on the ship who identify as anti-lifeboaters.

I see how it’s enticing to feel that you know more than the experts without the study.
I know how it can happen. I have watched all the series of House and started to feel like I was a doctor. But I’m not.

Most of us haven’t lived in an era where we saw the effects of things like measles or smallpox. It’s the paradox of a good vaccination campaign; the better it works the less people will notice it.

The internet has made it possible for any idea to seem as valid as actual science.

I might start a conspiracy theory that the virus was created by Zanussi. Why else would we have a vaccine that has to be stored at -70°C? Hmm, think about it.

The little pro-vaccine tweets I have recently made have attracted some angry replies. I know I could stop posting such things but I think it’s better that antivaxxers get annoyed at little tweets from me so that they can build up a tolerance for when they meet me in real life.
If only there was a way of describing that principle.