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It’s 2 in the morning. I’m sitting in a bar called Freedom, and the clientele is predominantly gay. I’d followed Glen, Seb and Bella off...

Nothing much is done for the first few days of January. This is an accepted fact. You’re either hungover, tired, or just reconciling...

No hangover. Just dehydrated. I still felt nauseous. I was woken up by an Australian girl traipsing past me down the stairs for...

Painful as it was, I had to stop in Ascot first. I had offered, but in that gratuitous and polite way that suggests you’d really rather...