From one of the Glasgow trips, on the train.
Wasn't hung over, but had had a few drinks on an empty stomach the day before, and had ended up with what I claim was mildish food poisoning, and was somewhat lost and taking paracetamol to ease the journey. So this sketch comes with a side order of woozy for me. And was reading Douglas Copeland as well, a very fuzzy combination. Like weak winter sunshine on a strip of velcro.
And this was on the train home from Euston station, and he is exactly how I felt, slumped and ready for sleep.
But a great day.