Seeing Boris Johnson give briefings about Covid deaths has been like watching Elmo from Sesame Street deliver a Ted Talk
All things being well, we are entering the endgame of the Filthy ’Rona. Pubs and shops are opening, and hope is in the air, along with the vague smell of sick from someone who has clearly misjudged their post-lockdown alcohol tolerance levels.
I had hoped that small talk would also be returning. Even as someone who came of age in the 90s, when you could build a whole personality around saying you didn’t “do” small talk while wearing a T-shirt that had a picture of an alien with a joint, saying “Take me to your dealer”, I like small talk.
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