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Pippa Bailey is the New Statesman’s chief sub-editor.
The only industries that refer to their customers as “users”, viewers of the documentary are reminded, are tech and illegal drugs.
When I told my friends that I was visiting my in-laws for a month they winced, but it was four weeks of unexpected joy.
As I walk past crammed pubs and see friends hug on Instagram, I fear we've lost the collective solidarity we had in the spring.
Her house has long been my refuge from the biting demands of the adult world, it has given me the security on which confidence builds.
The high anticipation of summer has passed, now autumn opens out, wide and empty.
I so want to be transported somewhere, anywhere but here, but here will not let me go.
I consume as much of the city as I can, until I don’t know who I am without it.
Before lockdown I went to the cinema with an almost religious regularity every Sunday night. These days the ritual looks a little different.
Once again, the pandemic has exposed the insecurity of shared rentals and the broken economic model that made them necessary.
Rosie and Jacob's world is pristine and romantic: everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.