The Lost Weekend (Part One)

8 p.m. A House Somewhere In Shrewsbury, Shropshire.

When anyone mentions having a lost weekend you imagine to them to be submerged in a haze of drink and drugs holed up in a hotel room like Hunter S Thompson.

Or me it's more wasted afternoons watching old films, putting up Christmas trees and making tea, eating biscuits and photographing inanimate comic book characters. Such is the rock 'n' roll lifestyle of you're average freelance photographer.