There was a point where I started to wonder who the joke was really on here. I had spent all day cabadging Mick. I was twenty-nine years old. I had been running around all over Cambridge buying cabbages. The cost of the cabbages combined with the train and cab fare came to over £150. I’m meant to be an adult. The whole thing was oddly stressful and, in many ways, the worst day of my life.
