Last night, I went to a party in the West End organized by a company that makes clothes. There was a lot of free drink but I'm on the wagon at the moment so coming to terms with being around friends who are nailed to the cross of booze was pretty gruelling. One way of dealing with the tedium of listening to them blather on about nothing is to make trips to the bathroom, which last night certainly, gave me a better insight into the ways of the world than having somebody shout into my ear about how they strangled their ex-boyfriend…While washing my hands I heard somebody in the cubicles making the unmistakable sound of crushing drugs onto the cistern. The guy inside was making grunting noises and from the excitable tapping and scraping of a razor against porcelain it seemed like he was cutting himself up a huge pile of stuff so I thought it might be funny to stick around and see how fucked up he looked when he came out.After a minute or so I heard him snort up what I presumed to be cocaine and then he emerged looking red as a dog's dick with a face contorted in agony holding his nose. I went in the cubicle after him and saw yellowy powder on the cistern coupled with an empty pack of Cialis. The guy must have had crushed up two pills of Cialis, a drug like Viagra that you're meant to swallow to give you an erection, and snorted them up his nose.The amount of powder you get from that is equivalent to almost two grammes of cocaine. It must have fucking killed him. I saw him about ten minutes, his face like a tomato, dancing "sexily" with a big-nosed, fake-tanned Nelly Furtado look-alike to "Incredible" by General Levy. The look in his eyes reminded me of a nature programme when they show hyenas about to devour a rotting carcass.Good vibes.