mama said, detox will be your personal Jesus.
Having made an unbreakable impression of myself as a party animal at my new favourite job I now suffer the consequences with greatest delight.
Being labelled the one to be most likely to stand rather an indecent amount of hours in a queue for a bottle of plonk I worship my rare fag breaks sipping skinny English breakfast tea and pretending to be all cool, all fine, all alive.
Among the few everyday discoveries is a fact that you can actually buy a two litre zeppelin-look-alike of a bottle of lemonade. For a mere 17 p. Red and yellow, they write, triggers appetite. I say, transparent is a new black! – Complies with all possible pop culture induced desires to submit one’s sensory receptors in something grand and smooth and oozy…such an overrated word used widely in a restaurant world, a world I only submerge my humble self while reading hundreds of articles on booze and tastes and new venues with the most authentic recipes and most excellent service. Dear dog, it does feel fantastically good to be free from slavery.

My dear Newton, it did come back to me: In pieces, in shattered sun-like copper artefacts, in distorted half-faces and most terrifying nightmares. Your law has been proven.

Postponing detox until later