Steve turned up here at about 9.30, not completely wasted but visibly shit-faced. He was crying and saying he loved me and was sorry; that he'd bought me a card and a notebook to write a letter, but hadn't been able to, so he'd come to see me.

I said I wasn't even going to speak to him in the state he was in, and wasn't interested in anything he had to say because he wouldn't even remember it in the morning. I told him he could come back at 7.45 tomorrow night on a straight head and I'd speak to him then. The advantage of him doing heroin on its own is that he's not violent, so I wasn't scared. Sad that I can read what he's taken in his face.

So I have my end date. IF he remembers, which is by no means a certainty.

He really should have known better than to interrupt Torchwood.