Now it's over, it's probably worth thinking about again.
The Private Memoirs of a Recovering Line Cook.
It started in The Dolphin
In 2013 I was 27; the greatest age known to humanity. I was working a job that paid me too much for doing criminally little and, though I didn’t know it then, I would never again look so good in a pair of ultra skinny jeans and winkle pickers. One night just before Easter that year, I got very drunk in a vicious little pub in Ea…