When the government announced an extension of lockdown restrictions I was furious. Furious for political reasons. Furious for economic and libertarian reasons, but – if I’m completely honest – mainly furious because I had tickets to see The Shapeshifters to do a DJ set on Saturday 26th June.
However, I have to admit that on the recent occasions I have been out in busy places it’s taken me a while to get my social ‘sea-legs’ back. When the moment came I wasn’t fully match-fit for the chaotic demands of a city centre boozer. Just like a football team preparing for a tournament, I should’ve eased back into it, with a few warm-up fixtures at village pubs before throwing myself in at the highest level (All Bar One in Leicester Square).
You need altitude training to surreptitiously avoid groups of screeching of women and deftly manoeuvre around those drunk men who exit pubs sideways.
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