I was lucky enough to be at Wembley last night, hoping against hope that England might win. It wasnt to be, but for a few weeks, London — locked down for large parts of the last year — felt open and alive. Hopeful even. It reminded me of 2012 when the Olympics arrived, and how on the tube — the normal downward glaze of passengers was replaced with eye contact, smiles and even small talk.
The weather in London today reflects the mood. Grey clouds, rain, unpleasantness of a ‘few’ consuming headlines at the cost of the ‘many’.