CHAPTER 31
HE HAD NO idea where he was or how he got there; his head hurt, and his mouth felt like the bottom of a parrot’s cage. He could still taste whisky; he felt as though he never wanted to drink it ever again. Julian opened his eyes and looked around; he seemed to be lying on somebody’s sofa under a thin blanket. He looked under the blanket to find he was dressed in only his underpants.
“Morning! Or should I say afternoon, seeing as it’s just gone past mid-day?”
“Who are you? Where is this?” Julian struggled to sit up, screwing up his eyes at the light from the fluorescent bulb overhead.
“I’m the one that saved your life; remember? I’m Simon with the shoes covered in whisky and sick. Here; I’ve made you a cup of tea.”
Julian took the proffered cup, took a sip of hot tea,
