My phone pinged with a message from Lara;
‘God, I’m desperate to go out tonight, are you up for it?’ This could be our last opportunity for a LONG time!’
Ironically I had been campaigning for a big night out with Lara for the last six months. Now on the eve of lockdown, in the murky foothills of the debut global pandemic of our lifetimes, NOW Lara wanted to go out!
If this was to be the end of civilisation as we knew it, I guess it would be a good exit strategy. On The Titanic we would have been the ones toasting a glass to the escalating disaster, singing & playing music, slipping away gracefully into icy infinity with a frozen kiss.
The fast-approaching closing of The Sparkle Bar at Selfridges felt like a seminal moment, the death knell of urban liberties and endless possibilities. Miss Golightly had Tiffany’s and I would always have The Sparkle Bar (or so I thought), my very own Sparklesphere in the city. What would become of humanity with the shutdown of the sparkle mothership ??
‘Let’s meet at 9 pm.’ said Lara excitedly.
‘I guess if the world is going to end we might as well go out in style!’ I replied.
At about 6 pm that evening our beloved blonde bimbo ‘supreme leader’ gravely informed the nation that pubs, bars and clubs must close at 10 pm that night, such was the gravity of the impending catastrophe.
I typed an anxious message to Lara; ‘Uuuuuuum, do you think it’s still a good idea to go out? Do you think there will be anyone there? Perhaps we’re being irresponsible?’
‘F*ck it, I’m going on my own, if you don’t want to come. Seeing as we’ve got less time, can you come NOW?’
This was a woman on a mission!!
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