What’s top of your Christmas wish list?

I bought myself some Nike running shoes as an early present from my parents. But apart from that I don’t really want anything. I’m the hardest person to buy for – I buy everything I want myself. Except scented candles, they are a great present. Somehow it feels frivolous to buy them myself – which sounds crazy when I spend £3,000 on a handbag!

But when it comes to a £50 candle, it feels like you’re literally burning money!

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I had an fleeting out-of-body experience and saw myself for what I was, as clearly as if I were sitting nearby as an observer: nearly 6 foot tall now, skinny, stringy muscles, burnt dark brown, blue shorts, bare-legged, paint-spattered deck shoes with no laces, faded blue work shirt, sleeves cut off at the shoulders, unshaven, hair over my ears and down to my collar, grinning foolishly at Gus and sucking on the weed. Gus said: You’re not like a real officer. I put on a mock serious face and barked: What did you say? Gus thought he had upset me, he stammered: Wh-what? I meant, I meant, what I meant was. I laughed and said: I’m not a real officer, Gus. I probably never will be. I felt the weed gripping my brain. We both started to laugh maniacally. I could feel myself sliding into a dissolute place; into a dark pit that I felt I might not escape. I was not yet 18 but I drunk like a fish, worked like a beast, lived on the edge of violence and debauchery and now I was addling my mind with drugs. I opened the next can of beer with the spike that hung around my neck, took a swill and started choking with laughter.

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