I woke up in my room and the heating still isn't working. My toe had fallen off during the night. Instead of one, I took five bottles into the shower and tried to decide what to do with them. Skipping breakfast I put on two pairs of socks and squeezed my feet into my already knackered Ellesse sneakers. Don the headphones and head out into another South London winter morning with the haze of last night's booze drying in my brain.