“Didn’t want to put the suit on today. Spent the weekend on my own. Couldn’t face anyone.
I dread Monday mornings. It’s like the suit becomes my mask. I get the same crowded train into Euston everyday. Head over to the city. Walk into the office, and make up some story about what a crazy weekend I had.
The boys all fight for space to say how pissed up they got, and how many women they pulled. I don’t relate. I can’t. I spent the weekend undressed and unshaven.”