So where are we at then? The same old new normal or are those promises of sunbeams threatening to poke their golden illumination through the not-quite-there-yet cracks in the clouds? Here at skufflepunk HQ we're daring to dream of a lovely full calendar for the last three quarters of 2021. Trotters crossed eh? Last night we spoiled ourselves by watching a short film by Steve McQueen (not the one from The Blob and Bullitt, the newer one) called Lovers Rock on iplayer and wh