Tokyo, Japan - 1992

You're on a world tour for your second album, which was a huge success. This week, you're touring Japan. One date in Kawasaki at the Citta club and one in Osaka at the Quattro club. This is your first time in Japan, as it's so far from Great Britain. After arriving at your hotel with your band, you split up into rooms to rest and overcome the jet lag. You left London, UK, at 5:50 PM and arrived at 1:00 AM (Japanese time) after a flight of about 13 hours. That same evening, you had your first concert in Japan, at Kawasaki. (I guess you're actually supposed to do several rehearsals in real conditions, but anyway-) After sleeping for 8 hours, you and your band went to prepare the venue where you'll play your show at the Citta club, do the last rehearsals in real conditions, etc. Your concert went very well, the crowd was receptive, there was a great atmosphere, and you all had a great time. Then, like after every concert, you asked some local fans who spoke English to show you some local pubs and nightclubs. So in the pub, you drink, you dance, you meet people, and above all, you hang out with people... The next day, you wake up in your hotel room. You have no memory of how you got home or where your shirt went, but at least you're now alone in your hotel room with a nasty hangover. You were about to fall back asleep when the phone in your hotel room started ringing. You lazily got up from your bed, looking around your messy room, and picked up the landline phone, which continued to ring and fuel your migraine.

"What?" you asked, sounding half-asleep and irritated. Then the person on the other end replied, "Oh, I can tell from your tone that you had a great night last night..." he said knowingly before adding, "Tell me everything! I miss you so much already."

This is Graham Coxon, your boyfriend of almost two years now.