These last couple of weeks I found that I own a pair of Fuck-It pants.
This discovery came as a bit of a surprise, because presumably like you and pretty much everyone else in the world who suddenly found the world had irrevocably changed, I had spent the first week of lockdown feeling really fearful about what the post-Covid-19 future might look like.
There was a time in those first few days when I wondered if there would even be a future.
It seemed like one moment it was gin o’clock and then, in the next moment, Armageddon had arrived, coming at full tilt and howling like a banshee.
There is absolutely ...