The most blessed thing to miss and forget about, during the life of lockdown emergency, has been the sight of bouncers. The oppression that they are and they redolate, the sheer wrong structure of a society that has them. Their blue armband identity badges ooze repulsively the official stamp on a designed oppression.
Parts of life that more thoughtful folks avoid, during the locdkown it has heen possible to even forget that we had forgotten them. In Kirkcaldy today, first time there since the travel rules eased, it was a real disgusted yuk moment to see blue badged bouncers, and remember they exist, on a laid-out outdoor pub on a verandah. Very continental, except that classically France"s streetside cafes are not behind bouncers!
It was packed full, not even looking socially distanced, with folks who had chosen the down-yo-earth culture of drinking out, even underthe shadow of getting past those. By comparison the big beach was almost deserted, 2 household groups on its whole length. Its coastal location seems wasted on its people.
A permanent society shift left by Covid may be that we meet up more online in our own little video bubbles, That the habit stucks because it is practical. Less tie to gping out and meeting up in person, leafs to less gatekeeping. Less going to places with bouncers, so that they are seen less and start to become outdated. Good riddance.
31 Jul 2020
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