The Incredible Wordsmith

  Friday, 5 th February 2021 Remember when you moved in a crowd, the roar at a match, the singalong at a gig, the crush of a bar on a Friday night at last orders, the warmth of others...? Nah, me neither. * So many of you have been asking me* how we, as a family unit, are getting on in Lockdown 3 – Revenge of the Mutating Virus that I thought it would be good to give you an insight into life chez nous. [*  Utter bullshit: nobody is asking me. I think writing that influencer blog post has infected my brain and I am now doomed to think and write as if I have a large audience of followers.] If Lockdown 1 had a kind of wunderbrat vibe going on, like a gatecrasher in a neon shellsuit vomiting in your sock drawer and knocking your family photos off the shelves with his enormously sharp, free-swinging elbows, at least it had the element of surprise and originality on its side. Lockdown 2, at only a month long, was more like the relative you dislike coming to stay at their own invitation