Jazzing It With Nuns
And so, the second lockdown begins. They say that the sequel rarely surpasses the quality of the original, with from the possible exception of Sister Act 2, but as it turns out I have a stunning lack of nuns in my life with which to jazz up this month of fun. Thinking about it, this could all just be a big scheme to dampen the unbridled festivity that the post-Halloween period brings - perhaps Boris is sick of seeing Santa hats sitting on shelves where only weeks ago there were skeleton masks and buckets in the shape of pumpkins, as he trudges round his local Mozzers on his weekly big shop. Because without Christmas, there isn’t much else to look forward to any time soon, apart from bonfire night, which, it would appear, Bojo isn’t a fan of either, as he’s chosen the same date to lock everyone down again. Coincidence? I think not. Not that I can blame him on this one; without organised fireworks displays, the remembrance of the time a man with a much too tailored beard attempted t...