Damon Albarn stumbled down a deserted street, the night’s rain soaking through his clothes as he swayed unsteadily. The pub's last call had long passed, and the combination of alcohol and drugs left him adrift in a sea of regret. Sinking onto the cold pavement, he fumbled with his phone, sending a barrage of texts and calls to his ex-girlfriend, pleading for her to come and rescue him, to tell her how much he missed her. His heart sank when her reply finally came through, a stark message cutting through his haze: "Why'd you only call me when you're high?"