My head is pounding. The thought of food repulses me. The local Afro-Caribbean steel drum band are performing an impromptu gig somewhere around my cerebellum. My body is entirely bereft of moisture and the only thing that can now save me from a painful and lingering death is the orange juice in the fridge. Cold, wet, refreshing, live giving orange juice.

There it is, pretty much all alone in the fridge apart from the despicable cans of lager that brought me to this state. Never again I tell myself. Again. Thank the Lord for orange juice though. I reach for it, anticipating it’s invigorating restorative effects. I know that I am just seconds away from the start of my return to normality. A tiny smile invades my face.

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