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Running errands, I realise the cashiers are overly solicitous. Too much attention makes me paranoid, so I sneak into an employees-only loo to make sure I look clean and proper.

In certain lighting it is hard to see but, sure enough, I have a green ring circling my cheekbone.

Ring Ring to BFG:

- Did I fall down on Wednesday?

- No, why?

- I have a black eye.

- Well, this is what I remember; you walking smack into the kitchen pillar, yelping in pain and then immediately forgetting about it since you walk back into the sitting room, say you don’t know why but your shoulder hurts, then you lie down on the sofa and pass out.

- Isn’t that called a concussion?

- I think it's called a Johnnie Walker.