Clo is throwing it all in to go travelling indefinitely, and for some reason she is very keen for me to make it to her leaving drinks with her friends. I return from the theatre in London at a reasonable enough hour (thank you Elektra for being a one-act-er) to pop in at least for a bit. I am not drunk enough to stay for long, but too tired to get drunk enough to stay longer, so I order me, Clo, and some of her friends who are near the bar at the time a mix of baby guinnesses (me) and tequila (Clo). I vaguely dance for a bit, and then make my leave. Clo’s friends are all thrilled to meet me and have apparently heard so much about me, which is genuinely touching. It is nice to meet them too.