I decided not to mention a fairly important detail in my entry yesterday, as I didn’t think it fitted the mood I was trying to convey, but which I think would be well worth recording today. As I said, we went to a pub just off Leicester square. It was quite an old place – the type of pub with a low ceiling and a real fire. Best of all, it had Leffe on tap. I was just getting into the live music when I decided it was time for another pint, so I asked Adrian to go and buy one for me. However, he soon returned with no pint and all the cash I’d given him – apparently, the woman at the bar had refused to serve us, accusing Adrian of being irresponsible for letting disabled people drink too much.

We left in a hurry. It wasn’t as if I’d drunk a lot. Surely it’s up to us and us alone how much we drink. Granted, bar staff have the right to refuse to serve anyone if they see fit, but what this woman apparently said was condescending, patronising and downright offensive.