Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

My confusing life on the border of Tiers 1 and 2

If I turn left I reach a high street where I may not meet a friend in a café. But if I turn right I could meet five friends

It was almost like the good old days: the ideas flowed at my 'business meeting' in a bar. Credit: ljubaphoto/iStock 
issue 31 October 2020

As I scoffed down a fabulous supper in a candlelit room full of ecstatic diners, it struck me that this was what the Jazz Age must have felt like.

This was a night out at what can only be described as a speakeasy, complete with live music from a crooner serenading us from a safe distance, beyond the spatter range.

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