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May 21, 2002
Incessant pounding bass lines emanate from a loudspeaker inches from Vincent's head as he sways pissed in a pub in Camden. He squeezes through crowds to the bar between an ugly man whose head and face is covered with tattoos of Chinese demons and a bald Italian woman wearing towering platform boots. A raven-haired barmaid with a translucent blouse, pierced tongue and lime green eyelids wears a thousand-yard stare as she mouths insensible words whilst pouring a pint of Guinness. Vincent falters and his eye close. His cheeks swell and he struggles vainly to contain an unexpected mouthful of vomit.