Noel Gardner , February 8th, 2021 08:51 Noel Gardner's first New Weird Britain column for 2021 looks at what it means to be an international artist currently trapped in London/ Britain by the pandemic and what this means for their practice The world of early 2021 remains stiflingly, medievally small, most weeks in fact extending no further than the shops either side of my flat, and the “Britain” in which these places are supposedly situated becomes – again, measurable by the week – increasingly insular and hateful, be that by legislative means or shifts in the aggregate public mood. I take minor solace in writing this column, whose woolly boundaries ensure there are always more things to be bundled under its categorical tarpaulin.