About a month ago, when I still lived in London, a new guy called George arrived in the house, while I was out. It was a half day in work that day, and we went for cocktails very soon after AM turned into PM. When I managed to get to my house at abound 11pm that night, George was there and he introduced himself. He asked me was there anywhere nearby to get food, that would be open late. Had I been sober, and if thinking wasn’t very difficult at the time, I would have told him “Go out the front door and turn left. Take the first left, and you will be at the Olympia conference centre. When you get to the centre turn right, and follow the wall of Olympia around to the right. The next junction that you come to has two 24-hour shops”. This journey takes around ninty seconds. That is not what I told him. I told him “Go left!”. He asked me was I sure, and I said, “Yeha, jssut go lefttt”.
45 minutes later he came home without any food.