We are under house arrest. We are all now at Her Majesty’s Pleasure, Prisoners of the Pandemic. Criminals entering jail for the first time are advised to “know a bit of slang”, “share a cell with the right person” and to “brace yourself for re-entry”. Incarceration causes our minds to easily drift to fantasy: of daily allowable outdoor exercise, or perhaps an illicit tryst at a local speakeasy. We are now less active than a three-toed Sloth. This is a strange war: we are its inaction heroes. This…
‘Locked up but still trading: the Argonaut guide to surviving the war on wealth’
26 Mar 2020
Posted by Barry Norris