Posted on by Craig Faulkner
I miss going to the theatre. I miss the queue to get in and the huddle in the lobby. I miss hearing the debates as to which door people need to go through to get to their seats; mansplainers authoritatively declaring that they know their way around perfectly well—“thank you very much, Margery”—only to be turn… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
Thursday, 19th March 2020 The CD player has seen its first use in months. I imagine it digitally—if somewhat outdatedly—flipping the bird at the Amazon Echo that sits on the sideboard next to it; the latter normally the go-to source of music in recent years, and one of several dotted around the house. The so… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
Wednesday, 18th March 2020 It technically started yesterday. Some time around mid-morning, the management team emerged from their lair to tell us we were being sent home. Every day for the last couple of weeks, they've had meetings to discuss the progress of the virus that has crept its way across the planet… Read more »