Pissing the night away

I worked for a large communications company when I was in my mid-twenties, and the guy at the desk next to mine was a young alcoholic called Luke. He called in one morning and asked me to make his excuses to our manager, as he’d woken up 120 miles away in Cardiff with no money and no idea how he’d got there. He always said that “Tubthumping” was his theme tune, and I think of him and wonder where he is whenever I hear the song on the radio.