Again, I appear to have mislaid a chunk of time on a mid-week binge.
I have vague unpleasant recollections of wandering into a watering hole in Central London to meet someone - not sure who or why, probably a laydee, but can't have been that important - and then a long ache of despair. A fit of melancholy that seized upon me mid-evening and lasted into the small hours as I wondered, in the words of those sing-along-Johnnies The RadioHeads "What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here."
It can't have been that bad, can it? Answers in the readers comments, please.
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