Midnight

You know it’s bad, when it’s a Saturday night in London, and you’re lying in a bed, only able to move your arms and your head, and you’ve got neck ache.

Drinking alcohol by yourself, to lift your mood, is not to be recommended as a strategy, and not one that I’m very experienced at.

But the bottle left by a mate is within arm’s reach, and I’ve reluctantly given in.

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