It is almost one year since they closed all the pubs. Happy annivirusy! The Raider tortured us on Twitter by photographing a closed pub every day, “just to check they were still there”.
After a snow flurry, an ancient fertility symbol was erected on Wandsworth Common.
In Brixton, the full band line up for the Lambeth Country Show was announced.
Meanwhile, with the pubs shut, we were forced to make our own.
We reached 100% funding for our new book with Unbound. Massive thanks to everyone who pledged for a copy. Contrary to hurtful tittle-tattle suggesting that we simply took the money and “pissed it up against the wall”, we’re pleased to announce that it is in the final stages of production and has a publishing date of 1st September, 2022.
Sad news reached us that developers had finally come for Brockwell Park’s beloved Secret Squirrel House.
After more than three months, the pubs were due to open again and publiminal messaging was spotted everywhere.
Finally, the big day came. Pompey and Cyclo were unable to contain themselves on the way the Blythe Hill Tavern. At 11am.
As the weather warmed up, thoughts turned momentarily to getting off our arses and doing something about the lockdown lard.
In order to cheer up the nation, we launched “Deserterland” in London, a 25-metre-high artificial hill located next to Marble Arch, with VIP bins, a smoking hut and everything.
An unholy alliance of aesthetes, realists and the plain jealous pillioried it on social media and made us look like fucking idiots. Thanks.