Things had got beyond a joke. He stepped into a chemist's and weighed himself. 63 kilos. 10 stone, which is quite a feat when you're five foot eleven and in full time employment. His problem was that he was incapable of defaulting on a bill. One of the regulars down the pub said to him, 'Are you eating?', then took him out for roast chicken and wine.
His hangover lasted three days.