Putting the 90s revival on hold for a bit longer

Illegal raves and Leeds United’s emphatic return to the top flight of English football you’d be forgiven for questioning what decade you’ve woken up in.

Over the weekend, 3,000 revellers took over an abandoned RAF base near Bath and embarked on a two-day party.

There have been plenty of similar yet smaller events in Kent in recent weeks.

It’s hard not to respect the acumen of those behind such giant events - I struggle to organise a barbecue.

Those who dismiss the young as work-shy layabouts should take note.

Of course, they are just adapting to an era devoid of nightclubs but Leeds’ dominance of the Championship proves that in every respect history does repeat itself.

But there are plenty of signs, too, that the nation won’t be returning to the 90s any time soon, or even to early March 2020.

In some respects this is a good thing, I had my first dose of congestion in four months at the weekend and it hit me like the first toke of a knock-off fag.

It’s also clear as supermarkets get busier how much better life was for that brief period when people did not conduct intricate games of vertical twister to extract different products from the same shelf.

And as perilous as wearing a mask with glasses is, I appreciate it is (hopefully) just a temporary sacrifice and not a very big one either.

But as with face coverings the baffling lack of clarity bosses were offered by Boris Johnson when it came to reopening offices seemed to once again pass the buck.

I’m yearning for the comforts of my desk while also fearful to find out what has become of the company pot plants.

But I’m also very willing to put up with the downsides, and surprising upsides, of lockdown life for a little bit longer if it reduces the chance of us returning to the worst parts of this bizarre world any time soon.