EMERGING FROM THE SWILL

No, I haven’t been drinking Caribbean-kissed frozen battery acid, making over-paid diplomats nervous with a propensity to indulge in inappropriate Latin American nudity with the vacant-eyed and doomed. But that was my plan. This was to be a summer of abandon. Instead, it has been a summer spent nursing a broken collar bone, surrounded by squalor and ill-behaved cats. Perhaps next week I’ll arise from sweat-stained grime and take an interest in what’s going on beyond the hovel’s dilapidated environ.

Until then.