Social Distancing was limited to those who had a bad hair day with the school nit nurse.
Zoom chatting was by two tin cans and piece of string stretched across the street from your friend's bedroom.
The WHO knew nothing of viruses but sang songs to tell your parents to FF...ade away.
Lockdown was where we hid from our mothers in the camp dug underneath our bonfires when they called us in for bedtime.
And our free school dinners included the delights of liver with huge grizzly pipes running through it. And serving live frogs' spawn for dessert was still environmentally acceptable.
Davey Asfield has a gift for weaving these universal memories of youth in the 50's, 60's and 70's into his own tapestry as he journeys through school, college, love, death and finally redemption