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Low life

My old columns are a form of purgatory

I’d forgotten how boozed, drugged-up and clinically depressed I was but reading them brought it all back

30 April 2016

9:00 AM

30 April 2016

9:00 AM

I drank Bombay gin and Fever-Tree tonic on the half-empty easyJet flight to Gatwick. I was even offered ice cubes. I was dressed like a peon, so as soon as I arrived in London I went into the nearest Gap superstore and bought jeans, a shirt and a jumper in the sale and threw away the clobber I was wearing.

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