“O.K. fate takes another turn.
Party energy returneth.
Maybe tonight Disco Valley, my favourite. One night in Vagator, again.
Sitting in Lucy’s. Old friends.
Burnt red and 3 stone heavier, but loving every minute. I don’t want to be the same person I was. There is a maturer, stronger person here, that’s purring contentedly.
No need to impress any more (not that I remember feeling like that ever at the time!). Less struggle.
Sliding into a ‘higher’ gear.”