Fabulously drunk last night, the kind of drunk the ancients would have understood. Dancing naked in hat and high heels drunk, playing early Roxy Music albums because you feel 'the neighbours need to hear them' drunk. Feeling the power of Bob Dylan drunk.
But it's alright ma, we don't feel bad at all, in fact we feel remarkably good that we virtually set up a nudist commune in our block of flats. The world would be better for it. Is nudism the answer?
Then I got down to some course documentation.