title: What Did I Do Last Night?: A Drunkard's Tale
author:  Tom Sykes 
description: English journalist Sykes shares a raw, dizzying testimony of his steep, precipitous dive into alcoholism over the course of his young adulthood. With the wounding desertion of his father from their family of six children when Sykes was 14, the boy soon found comfort with his drinking buddies at boarding school in Eton, where they could drink copiously at age 16. Young Tom became a heavy pot smoker and user of Ecstasy and cocaine, eventually fumbling his way into journalism at the<I> Evening Standard</I>, where he fit in winningly among older journalists and prodigious drinkers. His drunken stunts soon grew old at the <I>Standard</I> and at his next gig, <I>GQ</I>, and Sykes gravitated toward New York, where his more enterprising sisters, twins Plum and Lucy, and Alice, enjoyed high-end magazine jobs. Writing features at the <I>New York Post</I>, which segued into a regular bar column, the lucky golden boy landed a lifestyle of the most obsequious entitlement, wooed by every establishment in town&mdash;with checks waived and outrageous behavior overlooked for a mere mention on Page Six. Throughout, Sykes's voice is candid and the details gritty. <I>(Oct.)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  Price scratched his head. Why would he have written to Lenore and offered her
  employment when he obviously had no use for a paid companion? He had no female
  relatives, or a wife, either.
  
  
  She caught his eye. “Could we talk today, after you change perhaps?”
  
  
  He nodded slowly and glanced outside. Yes, it was definitely afternoon, and
  judging by the increased traffic of elegant carriages heading toward Hyde
  Park, it was almost time for the promenade. He’d lost track of another day.
  But he’d also lost track of his reason for writing to Lenore, and that seemed
  the more pressing problem. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
  
  
  “You’ve slept the day away, but I’m glad you’re finally awake to sort things
  out.” She grinned. “Do you think… Would you mind very much putting some
  trousers on while we discuss my new duties?”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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