I feel a little for Prof. Whitty. He obviously saw the job as CMO as a nice little number running up to his retirement. No more messing about in Africa up to his neck in tropical diseases. Nice desk job, rubber stamping a few reports, advising politicians how to deal with anti-smoking campaigns, anti-obesity kicks, sugar taxes, that sort of thing. Six or seven years to add to his Civil Service Pension then off into the sunset.
Disaster! Three months into the job and Covid strikes. Suddenly he's thrust daily into the limelight; he's rolled out every few days to paste incomprehensible graphs up on the wall; is tasked, along with Sir Patrick Vallance and a succession of supporting artists, to spell doom, gloom and despondency to a (hopefully) petrified nation. Not what he'd imagined at all.
Absolutely no reason to accost him in the street. What I don't understand is what he was doing out and about in Westminster in his shirtsleeves in this weather. I hope he had a "reasonable excuse". I was also a bit disturbed about the way he removed his face mask from his pocket and put it on. Didn't follow the guidance (which I assume he was aware of) at all.