After a couple of beers and my fifth double I’ve just wandered downstairs to take a straight toothy bite out of the strongest cheddar in the fridge. I want chippie chips and gravy and ideally a pudding, and Alt-J’s ‘Left hand free’ is sounding mighty fine right now. Will I pay for this fleeting joy tomorrow? Fuck yes. Do I care? Not when I want chips and gravy this badly, no.