I’m an East Ender now @Spitafield & Shoreditch, East London

Although the distant memory of the last two years was lingering upon Worship street this morning, the fear of outbreaks and lockdowns were long gone. The world’s shortest skirts and drunkest girls were all bewitching themselves in the heart of the city, many of them being out on the hunt for their next ex boyfriends. In all honesty, I can’t even blame them: Saturday afternoon on the East End does make you feel immortal.