Uh oh! Grim realisation as I left work in the pitch black on Thursday evening (yes, that was me you saw out the window! The only person in the city who went to an office on the 2nd January!)... is London the worst place I could have ended up at the beginning of the year?
By the time I’d made it to the front door I was crumpled into a state I imagine arrives moments before hypothermia sets in, when you must adopt the foetal position and be bundled up like the last of the grotty Christmas turkey in an emergency foil blanket. I fell into the sofa cold, sad, still a bit hungover, defeated — so yes, quite the sight.
