Day 5 (March 24): Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

Tell you what. It is really beginning to annoy me that I made Day 1 of this thing on the 20th. The days and dates almost line up, but they're one off. I know this is the smallest concern possible, but surely my past self could have realised this.

Anyway, today in music, we're going fully on the nose. How are we doing in the United Kingdom? I have never been under lockdown before and it is my guess that neither have you. The idea of exercise cops rugby tackling me on my secret second run of the day chills me to the bone. Also, the idea of Boris Johnson wielding unlimited and indefinite influence over civil liberties, but that's secondary.

Aside from my fear of the jogging police, I do also miss people. I thought I liked my personal space, but it turns out that you don't know what being within 2 metres of another human being outside of your family really is before it's gone. Oh, to have to navigate my way sideways through a crowded pub and wait 20 minutes to be served.

In the interests of being obvious then, 'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd. It is a song that speaks for itself and is far better and more articulate than anything I could ever try to say about it. It reminds me of a bunch of seemingly disconnected things, like Christmas dinner, or the homeless guy in Oxford who is an absolutely committed Pink Floyd fan. I would like to get back to a place where those bits of life could happen again.

For now, though, at least there's Spotify. Could be worse.