OPENER / ANDREW TUCK
In good company
- As the restrictions ease in London (last weekend restaurants and pubs reopened; gyms are next), people need to do an audit of their lives and decide which parts from the lockdown months they want to hold on to. For many, of course, the answer will be none of it – the virus has killed people, destroyed careers and damaged mental health. But for those who just had a life at home to contend with there were often pleasant surprises. For me, the most important was how people on my street looked out for one another and got to know each other.
Central to this sense of pulling together has been my octogenarian neighbour. And this is not because he needs everyone’s help – he sometimes lets you get groceries for him but prefers to take a stroll to the shops: “Once you start letting people do things for you, it’s all downhill,” he insists. Nor is it because he needs company; he has a rich and varied social set. It’s just that, as the street came together, he found himself at the heart of the action, including a lot of street drinks.
And I have definitely seen more of him than any of my usual circle of friends. Every evening, for example, we meet up at the end of the day to water the plants in front of our houses. He takes control of the hose and has worked the whole thing into a funny routine where he pretends to be my gardener and, if a passer-by stops to say hello, he tells them that he’s not allowed to talk on the job or his salary will be docked.
How to hold on to all of this (for my entertainment more than his)? Last night we hosted a dinner at our house for him and some neighbours to make sure that, as people return to their offices and busy lives, we continue to meet. When we called to invite him – this is a man who worked as dresser in the theatre and a butler too – he said that he had a prior engagement with Catherine Deneuve but that Kate was usually very understanding and that he hoped to attend. And I have the red-wine fug this morning to prove that he did and that it was a good night.
- I know we all hate tourists (unless we’re the ones doing the sightseeing) because they clog up our cities, bang you on the head with their selfie sticks and sometimes don’t even speak your language. But could London have just a few more please? There are hotel doormen looking gaunt, department stores missing their Chinese and Emirati fashion fiends, posh restaurants where wary Brits are refusing to scan beyond the house white on the wine list.
Yes, the easing of restrictions has given us back bars and restaurants but in London there are just not enough patrons to go round. This week the UK chancellor of the exchequer announced that he will try to come to the rescue by actually chipping in to pay for restaurant meals but the city’s hospitality scene has been engineered to cater for vast numbers of tourists, people coming up from the shires to see a show, people out for a big birthday – and we are a long way off all of that falling back into place.
There’s clearly going to be a shakedown in the coming weeks but let’s hope that the creative small operators who got to know their customers even better and became part of their neighbourhood’s support system will be the ones who hold it together and cope without the selfie-stick brigade.