WAKING up in a puddle of very stale vomit, possibly mine, possibly Gloria Hunniford’s, I look back fondly on a several-month-long alcoholic ‘binge’. My complete absence from public life prompted concerns about my health, but these I assuaged by issuing a photograph of myself in my briefs, clearly in the rudest of health. 

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