Occasionally, I now meet people from those slightly hazy years who say they spent an evening with me drinking in the corner of a house party and I’m immediately filled with panic because I can’t remember it. A year or so ago, I shuddered with embarrassment when a cab driver asked if my name was “Donny” as he was pretty sure he’d picked me up in “a right state” walking down a London street with no shoes on in 2009. But a lot of it was magnificent, carefree fun. A lot of it was an adventure, through cities, counties, stories, and people, with a gang of explorers in neon tights and too much black
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