Today is something that has been happening in the room next door. I’m vaguely aware of what’s going on in there by the muffled thuds and indistinct voices, and I communicate with its occupants by whispering through the cracks appearing here and there in the wall. What a corker of a hangover. Absolutely top hole. I’d taken the recommendation of Malcolm Gluck in the Guardian this week for a cheap Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon.… READ MORE.... …