Remember when Echo and the Bunnymen played Stornoway?

Never in my life have I been more happy to have someone stick a needle in my arm than I was on Saturday afternoon in the Cabarfeidh when the nurses needle punctured my skin and the Astrazeneca vaccine started to ooze through my veins.

By Peter O'Donnell
Tuesday, 2nd March 2021, 4:50 pm
They obviously struggled with the spelling of the hotel name even back in the 80s.
They obviously struggled with the spelling of the hotel name even back in the 80s.

A nice version of Trainspotting was how I would put it. A word of warning though, don’t look at the needle, I thought it was going to come through the other side of my arm!

At least I now know how a superhero must feel when they realise they have been given a superpower. Captain Antibody! I’ll need to upgrade my mask now.

As we all trooped through the doors of the Cabarfeidh there must have been some trepidation as to what would happen once we got inside. There was no need to worry however as those other superheroes, the NHS nurses and all those volunteers, had things working like clockwork and within half an hour we were soon on our way outside feeling brand new.

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There wasn’t anyone throwing away their walking sticks or anything like that and I didn’t hear the theme tune from Popeye, but boy did we feel a whole lot better.

As I sat there I stared at the stage where Echo and the Bunnymen played nearly 40 years ago. Nothing much has changed in the Cabarfeidh since then so I wondered what it would be like if the coronavirus happened all those years ago. Would we have been able to cope or has today's modern world with access to the internet and advances in technology made things better? Ticket prices have certainly changed, £3.50 a ticket back in 1983! Today that would be your change after you handed over £100.

Anyway, I think we would have been fine although things might not have been so polite back in 1983. On Saturday I was asked six times for either my name or the time of my appointment. My name was checked against a folder twice and then input into an IPad. The whole process was explained to me and I was even asked if I wanted to go ahead with the vaccination. Back in the 80’s I would have walked up to the first queue and as they were checking my name, someone would have crept up behind me and plunged a needle in my arm.

“Next please!”