“I felt the delicious thumping farewell refrain begin, flaying me from the chaffing skin of my London world of rehab, relapse, routine normality and unutterable boredom with the scalpel precision of a renowned plastic surgeon. I threw some clothes in to a bag, collected my sat-phone, cash, a flak jacket and a plane ticket from the office a day or two later, and turned away from the clustering barnacle growths of life’s trivia and problems, bidding goodbye to my peacetime alter ego without a backward glance, jumping through the breach on another great escape.” – Anthony Loyd, ‘Another Bloody Love Letter‘