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If you dared to venture outside for a pint over the Bank Holiday weekend the chances are you still can’t feel your fingers.

Gale-force winds, heavy rain and even snow in places made it one of the coldest early May bank holiday weekends on record.

But, God bless the great British bulldog spirit. We still went out in our droves supporting pubs, restaurants and bars in their hours of need.

But it’s total BS that we’re forced into this madness. Our hospitality industry hasn’t just been chucked under the bus, it’s been ­reversed over several times.

Well, sorry, I’m totally done with it. That’s the end of Hancock, Whitty, Boris and SAGE ­micromanaging my life with their terrorising, ­patronising attempts to protect their careers and livelihoods.

Not ours. It hasn’t been about ours for a long time. They can shove their scaremongering “new variant” schtick and “traffic light” travel carrot, I’m going to take my chances with good old common sense and caring for those I love.

We are all more than the “collateral damage” they have dismissed us as. The utter insanity of sitting, shivering outside a perfectly Covid-secure pub or restaurant that had spent a fortune on making sure the interior could run as a infection-free zone surely has now dawned on even the most brainwashed, petrified lockdown zombie.

I did half an hour nursing a drink outside our financially desperate local before imminent hypothermia forced me to the supermarket next door to warm up. It was absolutely mobbed.

No social distancing, crowds of people bumping into one another, reaching over one another and with quite a few not wearing masks.

On what level does that make any sense whatsoever? We were promised freedom would be fully ours on June 21. Then you have the idiot that is Dominic Raab muttering darkly over the weekend about social distancing and face coverings probably remaining through the summer even though the vast majority of us will be vaccinated.

Well, he can just go and do one too. The bandana I have preferred to use as a face covering when legally required is about as much use against Covid as those daft plastic welding visors.

I know this. The scientists know this. It’s being seen to be doing something that means sweet Fanny Adams.

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  Boris Johnson dashes Brits' holiday hopes as virus 'breeding ground' warning issued

Increasingly, people are already ditching their face coverings on public transport. Those ludicrous passive-aggressive Government adverts warning us to sit on separate picnic blankets when we meet our mates, don’t dare invite a seventh person to join you, are being totally ignored already.

And still infection rates, hospitalisation and death rates fall.

No conspiracy theorist and fully back the amazing success we have made of the vaccine rollout. Looking forward to my second one. BUT the insanity of the rest of it

I’m totally finished with it.

Lockdown fatigue is being replaced with lockdown fury. You can feel it building like a volcano about to erupt.

Our youngsters and our OAPS have been treated worse than criminals for far too long now. Isolated and lonely in care homes and mental-health destroying “bubbles” at school and university.

Now it has to stop. We want our lives back. We want to be treated like adults.

The politicians and scientist are supposed to be serving us, not the other way around. Well, it’s about time they bloody well did.

• Coronavirus
• Boris Johnson
• Pubs

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