I'm back in touch (only email, thankfully) with a an old friend Leon, also quite mad. Certified schizophrenic in fact. I'm sort of touched that he's just gotten out of Brixton Nick, is living on the outskirts of Wolverhampton for his (considerable) sins, and is now a grey-haired version of his old loopy self.

I can't help liking him, for all the arse-ache he's caused me.