Virtual consolation

I HAD drinks with two of my dearest mates last week. Nothing remarkable about that, you might say. Well, at the time of writing we’re still under the wretched coronavirus lockdown and my nights out were actually nights in, spent first with Mark Slim and then with Andrew Ross, both in virtual form, courtesy of Zoom, a video-conferencing thingy that technophobes like me hadn’t heard of a week or so ago and that I still struggle to operate.

You’re all probably dab hands at Zoom by now and think it old hat. I marvel than since, you won’t be surprised to hear, we drank long and we drank deep as we blathered.