“The gloom, he says, is likely to be perpetuated by a meeting with his old friend Matthew De Abaitua. The pair lived together in Suffolk in the mid-1990s and Self says each of them attempted suicide on the same day.

“We were both crying for help in separate rooms in the house, so we couldn’t help each other,” he says.

“But you know, we’ve kept in touch… I think more out of guilt than anything else. There’s no love lost between us because there’s no love. Matthew is sick as a parrot, really. He can barely wipe himself he’s so miserable, and as the older and more established depressive, I’ve got some interesting ideas that I think will help everybody in January.”

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