There’s a thing to be said for having taken so many drugs when I was a kid in Amsterdam. I’ve had so many hallucinogenic episodes over the last few days that I’m not sure if I could have handled them if I hadn’t had earlier spirit guides from the sixties. I do not know where this journey is taking me, or if indeed journey is the right term, but there has been at times a comfort in the return of old friends, such as last night when I listened to an entire movement of Haydn’s London symphony and heard every individual note weigh for eternity.