 Shambling in bliss across those laser-tormented dance floors, floating through twists of dry ice with my eyes turned to dizzy black discs, absolved from Englishness, absolved from private education, magically licensed to throw my arms around the nearest hard-looking rave geezer. What a feeling. It's so great. And it goes on. So people are just going to have to get the book to read the rest of it. But say more about your ode to hugs.