I drank a lot of whiskey last night. Me and my cousin went to some shite rock bar after a gig in shoreditch because nowhere else was open. It got filled up by gamers who were on some gaming convention, they all played Doom competitively and we met the best Doom player in Europe. The chief champion warlock. He looked like a school shooter and was completely humourless. Everyone was hanging off him. It was very funny this aura he had, such status to the Doom people, the room reacting to him, yet he was in fact a charmless robot. Anyway, loads of whiskey and I don’t remember much of the end of the night, we got a bagel in brick lane and somehow I got home. But to get to the point, I woke up fully clothed at about 4am and couldn’t remember where I was the night before, what day it was, where I worked, if I had to work. My mind was completely blank like I’d just been born. I’ve never had a feeling like it, this little blip of amnesia. It wasn’t that I didn’t recognise my room, i did, But for what felt like a long time I couldn’t grasp any memories prior to that moment, and I was trying to pull myself together walking around the room scratching my head for a few minutes. Quite scary!