THEY SAY: ‘WHAT HAPPENED?’ Most people expect a moment where thunder and lightning illuminate the sky, and ‘fuck, I need to quit drinking’ is there written in the stars. Most people expect a big story. Where you wake up in a shopping trolley outside a supermarket wearing a flower-pot as a hat and clutching a can of super-strength lager. They ask you, wide-eyed, what happened? You have to tell them that nothing actually happened. Well, thousands of things happened, and they filled up a bucket of despair drop by water-torture drop. Until finally the bucket just capsized.
