Day 16 and I’m listening to the prophecies

It’s Thursday 9th April 2020 and when I’m picking up Caribbean food in St Pauls a woman tells me it’s all going to end next Thursday. ‘Everyone will be able to come out of their houses and it’ll go back to normal’. Oh really? I ask. That seems a bit soon, won’t there still beContinue reading “Day 16 and I’m listening to the prophecies”

day 15, and easter is coming

It’s Wednesday 8th April and one day into the third week of the UK lockdown and I’m confident that the people will prevail over the corporate death vultures circling the bones of the dying corpse of late stage capitalism. Meanwhile, I’m enjoying my daily cycle tour of Bristol’s suburbs bringing burgers to the locked-down masses.Continue reading “day 15, and easter is coming”

two weeks of lockdown and the nightingales will regrow their wings when we entice them back to brexit island

“I’m enjoying a different relationship with planet earth”. It’s Thursday 2nd April and I’m in an online meeting with others in the advice team at Bristol Refugee Rights. We’re saying things we’re appreciating in our new reality. I’m wondering whether post-apocalyptic Bristolians will speak with the Bristol ‘l’ or will it be consigned to theContinue reading “two weeks of lockdown and the nightingales will regrow their wings when we entice them back to brexit island”

day 11 and a golden evening for a city in silent sleep

It’s Tuesday 31st March and day 11 of delivering food in a bag on my back from restaurants to houses during the UK’s shutdown. Some true heroes are emerging from the pandemic era and I hope we won’t forget them after this is all done: doctors and nurses, many of them from other countries (IContinue reading “day 11 and a golden evening for a city in silent sleep”

Corporate corona-washing, and how many police officers does it take to order a magic roll?

It’s Saturday 29th March and Britain’s been shut down for a week. My first order is a wrap from a place in the center of town and I wait for 37 minutes for those halloumi fries to be ready. Mr drum n bass dating agency drops in when I’m at 30 minutes and thinks betterContinue reading “Corporate corona-washing, and how many police officers does it take to order a magic roll?”

T-shirt weather for a burger behind closed doors

It’s Thursday 26th March and it’s t-shirt weather. Yesterday I took a day off and in the morning went to visit E to do her grocery shopping. It’s written like the cake recipes I used to follow with my mum when I was small: 4oz cheese, half a dozen eggs.. I rack my brains tryingContinue reading “T-shirt weather for a burger behind closed doors”

Day 3: sunshine and lockdown

It’s Monday 23rd March and the sunshine today feels bittersweet. My world, as most people’s, has suddenly shrunk in the past week and I walk around the quiet streets, going to the shop to top up the electricity. I feel grateful that I have my Deliveroo job, keeping my world expanded to the takeaways andContinue reading “Day 3: sunshine and lockdown”

day 2 after shutdown: and will we get used to this new reality?

It’s Sunday 22nd March 2020 and two days after the British government told social life to shut down: pubs, bars and restaurants were ordered to close, as were gyms, theatres, cinemas and other arts centres. I login to the app at 15:55 and cycle into town, getting pinged for a pickup when I reach CabotContinue reading “day 2 after shutdown: and will we get used to this new reality?”