When I come around

A carnival of carnage

I’m writing this on August Bank Holiday Monday. The hair on my head has long since departed; my beard is streaked with grey. I am 47-years-old and coming off the back of three days of good cheer. These days, I feel that sort of partying a lot harder than I used to - I just groaned with the effort of getting up from my seat.

It all used to be so differen…