I realise that I often plan things and fail to remain on target. FM is just one example. Last night’s party is another.

With the Magic Window allowing a little tipple between drugs doses, I had a glass (hmm, ok a plastic cup) of mulled wine. Doctor Phil told me that if I felt alright, I could have a second.

Of course, after my second, as I wasn’t vomiting my guts up, I took this to mean that I was fine to drink all night and got hideously pissed.

The photos are hilarious. There are over 150. I will select a few and put them up here in a bit, just to give you a flavour of how the night went…