The Guardian -
28 Jun 2020 11:00

No 16-mile trip down memory lane is complete without a badly drawn facsimile of a 1973 album cover Hibernation is over! Outside our front window, sex workers comfort strangers again, and opposite Sainsbury's men fight with their shirts off, like boar or rutting stags, arousing passing women, loveless for too long in lockdown. And in Parliament Square, Winston Churchill emerges from his winter wooden box, snuffling the virus-free air like a cocaine groundhog. It's past midsummer, and spring has f...
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