what Kate says about falling into unconsciousness through intoxication resonates with me too. It’s all too easy to forget, have another drink, one two many, then regret what happens next. These days thankfully it is rare, but in those moments, I am glad to have good friends who can say to me, no, we’ll only get silly if we have another, just when I’m enjoying the moment so much I don’t want it to end. There’s an excitement that rises up after one drink that’s not very balanced, that has a dangerous seductive edge. I recognise it more than I used to. Product of age I guess, and the mountain of regrettable acts of my youth.