You know how if it’s light, you can’t be drunk? You know, you only get drunk in the evenings? Well, I used to frequent ‘the church’ many years ago in London. Busbys then kings cross. Started at 12 on a Sunday, finished at 16.00. All sorts of mayhem occurred. I remember one hot sunny day returning home after some imbibement and thinking “I’ll have a Bath”. It was the height of summer, very light, ergo - I can’t be drunk right? That is what my brain told itself. Then I started to shave. Never before has so much damage been done to one face in one go!! And I only had (still have) bum fluff that could’ve been removed by the opening of the car window on the way home!!