It is 4.00 am and a young man is asleep against the wall of The Cooper’s Arms. He is standing up, his neck jutting forward his forehead thrust hard against the pebble-dashed render. Suddenly he wakes, his body jerks. With his head still clamped to the wall, his legs turn, seemingly of their own volition and make to stride forward. His knees are stiff, he walks like a marionette, arms and legs slightly out of kilter. An inebriated Pinocchio off to find his bed.
