Scratching my head, peeling back some loose skin around a finger nail. Anxiety is creeping in. Times past begin to play on your mind, how it was seem a long haul away. It's strange, a year ago or nearabouts myself and a colleague whilst working away were cooped up in a pub b+b trying to explain the ways of the world in a lock up with a landlord and his 'Chinese to blame for everything' stories. This being on the cusp of the initial wave, alcohol and a late night made the evening's discussions the entertainment that it was. As the news steadily worsened from abroad whilst on that trip, the weary thoughts on how this could develop were still distant but a feeling of fear on a work level was playing in our minds. After all, our events industry concerns people and usually a large amount of people close together. What could still take place in an empty space? This, like low alcohol beer shouldn't happen. It's unprecedented. It would expose the importance of the performance, the event, the conference, the occasion. Without this industry goes the promotion, presentation, the sale, the memories and escapism. The real life disaster movie has taken place, twelve months of downs and more downs. Only now we are all trying to survive to reach the end credits. My health has stayed intact and those closest to me the same so far and touching wood. So I should have no reason to complain other than being only left the pink elephant to photograph.