OPENER / ANDREW TUCK
Welcome sights
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London is edging back and not waiting for edicts to arrive from central government – and why would you now that acting on personal instinct has been sanctioned by the prime minister as a reason to ignore the lockdown rules? (If it’s not a story that’s come to you from sunny England this week, just google “Barnard Castle” and “eye test”.)
The coffee shops near my house are not only open but now have queues and more people are dressed in suits with their office security passes hanging from lanyards around their necks. Increasing numbers of restaurants are open for takeaways and have pop-up grocery shops out front doing a brisk trade. There’s more traffic. More building. More roadworks. And twice this week people have instinctively shaken my hand and nobody has panicked afterwards. At a grassroots level people are charting their own routes ahead – all because central government has lost its credibility.
02
One of the things that I hope sticks from these past months is the confidence that people have found to use the space just beyond their front door – especially when they have no garden, balcony or roof terrace to retreat to. With streets being quieter, people have placed deckchairs on their door steps, marked out the pavements for their kids to play hopscotch, set up paddling pools, found spaces to work from on their laptops, planted flowers and exercised. And I can confirm the claim of our fashion editor, Jamie Waters: there really are a lot of men skipping.
But how do we make the city even more alfresco this summer? In Zürich our café has benefited from a relaxing of city ordinances and has been able to take over more pavement space for outdoor tables and chairs so that patrons can be spaced out. I wish that was being encouraged in London – while leaving room for people to get past, of course. This week outdoor markets will be allowed to open again in parts of the UK. And so why not encourage every shop to set up outdoor stalls? Sadly, although many people might think that the Swiss are sticklers for the rules, I have a feeling that London councils can beat them at that trick. So I won’t get too excited yet about the possibilities of a great outdoors revival.
03
OK, so I have several younger, fitter neighbours who have also been swept up by the skipping craze. You hear the whizzing rope, see their focused faces and wonder – is it really that hard? I made a passing comment along these lines to one of them this week and, next thing, I found myself holding on to the nice leather skipping rope that his girlfriend had bought for him and was given skipping instructions. At first I was jumping too high; apparently my Michael Flatley impersonation was likely to be cardiac-arrest inducing. After a few more goes, however, I had finally got the cute, if mimsy, little jump sorted (imagine a rabbit that’s just had some great news: “the price of carrots has fallen to an all-time low”). I could feel my face reddening, my heart pounding; this was tough. I gave back the rope. Now that I have seen how modern masculinity has changed so much, I have invited the neighbour for a lads’ night of hopscotch and might even borrow my sister’s childhood Barbie so that we can do its hair together.
04
Talking of trying new things, while London awaits the easing of restrictions, colleagues have been trying out new looks because of the absence of their regular hairdressers. Some have gone number-one-setting shaven-headed, others have ever more flowing locks. There’s some experimental moustache cultivation happening too; it makes for a visually entertaining video conference call. By the time we all get back to the office I have a feeling that the team might resemble the cast of an amateur dramatic version of Pride and Prejudice, which unusually includes a few Buddhist monks and a couple of First World War fighter pilots. Might be fun.