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We are creatures of habit. As long as we're shackled to the repetitive yoke of cyclic mundanity we're OK, we can function, our biological ticker knows what time it is, and all is well in the castle. But sometimes, in between jobs, or on long vacations, or when we have simply chosen to drop off the radar, things become pear-shaped. When we lose our routines we lose the plot, big time. Our breakfast is postponed indefinitely and the mail gets lobbed onto the kitchen top for later perusal. We spend the day in a wild paralytic funk, vacillating and wallowing in self-pity; why's there no time to do anything anymore? What the fuck happened to those days when we seemed to achieve everything we set out to? When our routine breaks down, the slope becomes thick with lipids, and there is no purchase available for the precarious traveller. Those oils are old and evil, and the shambolic response they elicit has sent animals better than ourselves plunging headlong into life's various pitcher plants for aeons. Alone we are born, alone we ponder, and alone we shuffle off this mortal coil. Alone? You don't have to be alone, you know that, and that spells double trouble. When we arrange to meet a "friend", we really get rollin' on these decadent days, and down we go...

These are the days we arrange to meet in such-and-such a pub, to get smashed and talk shit for hours on end, about everything from the dawn of life on earth, to the things we'd like to do to certain individuals in our lives, in the media, and in our imaginations, sexual, violent, hilarious, and charitable. The conversation roils in the slowly deadening tumult of the alcohol-sodden halting of the slippage, providing us with spikes, ropes, boots, and helmets with which to resist the infoglut. It is a tremendous pressure that we unleash when the plot thickens and our routine takes a hit, and sometimes the only cure is to cut loose and run amok. Those of us who are wayward have particular problems with it, this normal world. To be honest, it's all we can do not to just run out and buy a one-way ticket to the other side of nowhere...