Oddly, he complied, and soon we were all in his lounge as he DJ’d for us by playing his CD single of ‘Professional Widow’ by Tori Amos again and again, while I necked shots of tequila and slid down the stairs on the back of a framed poster of Cannon & Ball in panto. I left at 7 a.m., stopping the minicab driver halfway down the drive so I could be sick in John Leslie’s hedge.
