Doesn’t pre-pandemic life seem like a million years ago? Entire days constructed around BoJo’s nightly bumbling addresses at 5 or 8pm on the Beeb, or grocery shopping trips to Sainbury’s on Brixton Water Lane. Unfortunately forgetting one’s camera and/or microphone is on in a Zoom meeting. Visits to the big superstore on Clapham High Street if one is feeling particularly adventurous, for another trawl around their homeware section. Holidays and nightclubs becoming but distant memories. Boxsets wearily started and discarded then restarted. Yet another circuit of Brockwell Park. Still no end in sight
I WILL NEVER TAKE AN INVITE TO A HOUSEPARTY, CLUB NIGHT, NIGHTCLUB, SMALL GATHERING, SUNDAY ROAST OR BRUNCH FOR GRANTED EVER AGAIN.