Suzanne Harrington: I wouldn’t even mind sharing a sofa with someone who smells a bit funny
With St Patrick’s Day mothballed for a second year, pent-up crowd hunger is becoming voracious. All the things you might hate about crowds — jostling, slowed movement, proximity, crush — are now sensations to crave. God, I miss crowds.
People keep talking about throwing parties when all of this is over, but all I want to do is sit in a crowded coffee shop, alone, and soak up the hubbub, the clatter and chatter and movement and animation. I wouldn’t even mind sharing a sofa with someone who smells a bit funny, whose shopping bags spill over my feet. Whose inane conversation I’d be happy to return with my own. We could talk about the weather. It’d be a novelty.
