New Single: Weimar - The Girls of L.A
This week was the second anniversary of the first UK Covid 19 Lockdown. Back then, there was no sign of a vaccine and it seemed like a dystopian nightmare directed by M Night Shyamalan. Now of course, we're all vaccined to our eyeballs and everything is back to how it was before all this unpleasant nonsense began, isn't it? You'd think so. Monday 14th March was much like any other Monday, except that was the day I tested positive. I'd been to take the dog for a nice long walk that afternoon and was strangely tired when I got back; putting it down to age, I had a nap and thought nothing of it. Later that night I got so cold and shakey I needed to check. Then....BING, straight up on the lateral flow test. Now many of you would have had Covid in some form by now, perhaps even more than once. Many of you would have had next to no symptoms and been deeply frustrated by the inconvenience - I wasn't quite so fortunate. I'm not going to pretend I was on death's doo