Arnaud: You are sober?
Cecily: Yes.
Arnaud: And the world is still colourful?
Cecily: Very much so.
Arnaud: Was it an accident, your sobriety?
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Delilah, on New Year’s Eve.
Delilah: How did you celebrate this castratingly realisational passage of pointless measurement of arbitrary parameters? Did you have a snog and a whisky? Or a cabaret and a spliff? Or, dare I say it, a bottle episode?
Cecily: Bottle episode. Setting: my house. Cast: every Tinder date I’ve met over the past year. Food: fromage. Ending: catastrophic, as preordained.
Cecily, on not having new year’s resolutions.
Cecily: I just drink until I’m happy and then compulsively thereafter.
Maurice, on cocktails.
Maurice: Every good alliance starts with a drink. People who start to drink start to get interesting.
Charles, on money.
Charles: I saw my psychiatrist. Didn’t help. Was more exhausting than anything. Nine cocktails would be a far better use of my money.
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