Skyfall has a special place in my heart because he goes back to Scotland and because it cheered me up from the last major, savage, brutal comedown I ever had back in August ‘16.
My best mate was going to live in KL and we’d been out clubbing the Friday then had a massive, excessively wrong all-day bash on the Saturday. I drank a bottle of gin and god knows what else plus all kinds of extras.
Sunday was extremely painful. I was bleeding and there was footage of me being circulated on WhatsApp. We went for a sauna, a steam bath, hoping that would help assuage the agony by sweating out the toxins. I was taking painkillers, sipping wine but nothing was helping. It was not fun.
Then, at about 11pm, from under my tear-and-bloodsoaked comfort-blanket, I put on Skyfall.
And you know what? between them, Daniel and Adele and Judy and Javier sorted my head right out.
