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It’s about two in the morning. I’ve been drinking. Steve says he knows what’ll sort me out. He gives me some speed. I say, Steve, I’m not happy about this. It’s a rented car. I’m not even the one renting it. Steve says if I don’t want to go we won’t go.

The roads are empty and narrow, with parked cars on either side. The police car’s just sitting there. Steve sinks into his seat. He tells me to just be cool and I tell him that’s what I’m doing.

We don’t pay to get in. Steve never pays. He always knows someone I’ve never met before.

On the way back, a few hours later, I drive around the Elephant and Castle roundabout not once not twice but three times.