Having snoozed in a hallway in Kensington on friday night after a particularly good party-in-a-pub, I got up at the ridiculous hour of 7.15am and rushed back to Brixton. Being still the wrong (or right) side of sober I starting making demented proactive plans to clean my flat, practice my Japanese and take care of some dull freelance work. It wasn’t long before i realised I wasn’t going to do any of these things; but I did use the last of my strength to stagger to wonderful Brockwell Park, where I slept like a (grimey, alcoholic) baby for 4 hours. Rarely have i felt so good to be not-very alive.

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