It was hyperbolically billed as Super Saturday. The day when lockdown would relax and England would have so many of its precious freedoms restored. The pubs would reopen and cinema projectors roll, the Prime Minister declared.
Hairdressers would restore the nation’s crowning glories, bored zoo animals would again find an admiring audience. But could we be trusted with such liberty? Apparently not.
Accident and Emergencies braced themselves for a New Year-scale influx of the drunk, the damaged and incapable.
Police were on high alert for that point when hot weather high jinx would invariably tip over into violence. Our politicians