One minute I was sat, talking about the world over a plate of goat curry. Then, all of a sudden, I felt this strangely familiar dizzy sweating sensation, accompanied by an inability to feel my arms. And fainted.
One minute later I was lying on the pavement outside a restaurant in Camden, with Kate holding my hand while Guy went to fetch ice water.
Horrid, weird meningitis flashback. Oddly, came on as soon as I started talking about work. Perhaps my panic attacks have mutated.
Worst of all was seeking sanctuary on a Camden pavement. They are the filthiest in London - what brought me round was probably the stench of urea combined with the stickiness of someone else's chewing gum on my cheek.