On the big stage.
The Royston Club at the Neighbourhood Weekender.
I walked across a field with thousands of people crossing in front of me, some coming from the left, others from the right. Some were quiet, but most were boisterous. I was with thousands of people, yet I felt alone. I felt like a Tory at a Kneecap gig; I felt out of place, I couldn't breathe, and claustrophobic even though I …
