I identified pretty early on in the pandemic, that the thing I miss the most is ‘The Possibility’.
The possibility that the night you are about to go out on, might just be the greatest night of your life or the person you randomly meet might just be the most interesting person in the world. That’s possible in London, if you go out and go with the flow.
The year was 2008. I was 25 and working as a Live Tour Booker in a music agency.
I lived in Hackney with one flat mate. Our rent was cheap (because the landlord was not meant to be renting it out). And my social life was cheap because I went to work-related gigs, club nights that friends were running or warehouse parties where you could bring your own drink.
My hair was chemically relaxed, damaged (because I was visiting terrible salons) and always side parted and swept over one eye. My clothes were from Beyond Retro, American Apparel or charity shops and when it came to accessories it was always ‘more is more’. My music taste was always eclectic; moving between genres and scenes depending on my mood. It was normally indie and rock for gigs and hip hop and garage on my iPod.
I had one aim in 2008 and that was to ‘find the fun’.