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Straight Talking We survive a once-in-a-lifetime event and this is what we get

Simon Bourke


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At least Neymar's gymnastics will cheer up our winter.

At least Neymar's gymnastics will cheer up our winter.

At least Neymar's gymnastics will cheer up our winter.

There we were, thinking we’d survived the end of days, endured the most calamitous event the gods could throw our way, when all along it was just a little warm-up, an aperitif before the main course. Out we came, adjusting our eyes to the sunlight, brushing the dust off our clothes, hesitantly removing our masks, asking over and over again if it was finished, if it really was safe to go out.

And it was. It was safe to go everywhere. Which we did. We went to the pub, to the match, to the cinema, and to the homes of all but our most vulnerable family members. We even went to the airport - duped into believing it was safe to go abroad - where we were herded into pens for 72 hours and had our bags launched into space. More fool us. 


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