Last night, I had far too much to drink and as a result have spent the day working and also suffering. There is often lots of talk of ageing gracefully, but I am not ageing gracefully. With every passing year, my ability to survive a hangover weakens and their length increases. I will probably still be hungover and suffering tomorrow. When you drink enough mystery cocktails to re-float a warship, that can happen.

When you do it aged 33, it will happen.

I would have preferred to spend the day not working, and not being in London, where there are endless annoying sirens and the air tastes like mistakes. I would have preferred to be somewhere nice, like West Sussex, in something that has aged gracefully, like a 5-7 bedroom Grade II-listed stone fronted humble manor house. Somewhere I can ro

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