I had steered off the tracks… Everyone knew that. Always out at parties, getting smashed or doing joints down at Marco’s place. Normally it would be Ed who’d tell me I was ruining myself, remind me that there was no point in any of it and then drag me off to the park to watch the colours as the sun set, but he was exactly the reason I did it; to forget the warm hugs every morning, to rid my head of his smile, and most of all erase the memories of our kisses… Wimpy; yes, but effective.

So what happens when a blind date goes horribly wrong and you wake up on an unfamiliar sofa, in an unfamiliar flat? Crazy things...