I awoke this morning to the realisation that we are living more and more in a dystopian state, ruled by a handful of so-called expert modellers and a small cabal of politicians. Opening the newspapers, I saw pictures of masked police officers moving in on protesters in London, queues of passengers desperately trying to escape by train, and read endless column inches of doom and gloom and how this new variant of the virus is spreading like wildfire. If so, why is just the south east in a new Tier 4? Surely all those people heading north on the train will be taking the virus with them. I feel as if I am in a movie and that there's nothing I can do to escape the Orwellian scenes around me. We had a saying in the army: "Order, counter order, disorder!" I fear this to be the case, and add confusion and growing anger to the list. People are understandably incredulous at what is happening and the plans of millions of people over Christmas have now all been thrown into the bin. How long before we are all confined to our houses? How long before people's patience really does run out? How long before our economy implodes? How much longer can we go on borrowing billions of pounds? And, while all this zealotry runs riot, MPs are unable to debate and vote on these new rules and restrictions because the House has risen. That couldn't have been fortuitous, could it? Conspiracy theories abound as questions remain unanswered. At the end of the day, what we do is decided by politicians, and I worry that they have been captured by those who advise the current course of action, while not listening enough to those promoting another. We need proportionality and I don't believe we have it.