You know that feeling when you've drunk so much you wake up and the pain is only matched by your nauseating shame as you realize there’s a warm, naked body beside you and you have no idea who it is? When you can feel their ass hair rubbing against your naked thighs, and yet as far as you know you’re not even on first-name terms with the stranger? Well, that is what it’s like for this man every morning, and not because he’s a player. “This woman is not my wife. My wife is dead. Get her away from me!” he was shouting in the A&E waiting room, as a dowdy-looking woman desperately wrestled him into an embrace.