The evolution of Lucy Spraggan
“This girl just came in, sat directly behind me, opened up her iPad and had some kind of group Zoom meeting with no headphones!” Lucy Spraggan is incredulous, calling me from a Starbucks near her home in “the middle of nowhere”. “I was literally about to turn around and be like, ‘Would you like to borrow my fucking headphones?’” You’d think poor public etiquette would be the least of the 29-year-old’s worries in the year of our lord 2020 – with touring on hold due to Covid-19, there won’t be gigs as we know them for the foreseeable – and the singer-songwriter admits that, from a business perspective, the pandemic has been “an absolute nightmare”. But that aside, she admits to having had a “fine time” in lockdown. “I feel kind of guilty,” she whispers. “I know it’s to do with my privilege. But I’ve had quite a liberating time, to be honest with you. It’s been quite good for me to go inwards. I’ve never done that before.”
“Fitness filled the hole where I used to be drinking”
Having known Lucy for a few years, first meeting on our cover shoot for the 250th issue in 2017, it doesn’t surprise me to hear that she’s “never stayed at home for longer than a week”. Full of beans,
