Old Hangover

I remember waking in Dan's house in the early summer of 2000. Sick and hungover, I lay in the strange bed in the unfamiliarity of the house's spare room. I was unemployed and worried about money. I remember drinking so much I threw up in the street - just outside the London Road market. As I lay in bed and the unemployment-weekday came into hangover-focus around me, I listened to the sound of voices from outside. One of the voices - a man - was complaining about the weather; 'it feels more like autumn than summer!'. He was right, it did, but there was an odd comfort in the wet, grey light too, or maybe I was just hungover.