You wake up in a strange hotel room at 3am in the morning and have no idea how you got there, there’s two hookers unconscious in the bed next to you, an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and the remains of a mountain of cocaine next to the bed. There’s a dozen unanswered and increasingly frantic messages from your wife/partner on your phone. There’s a frogman’s outfit on the floor, next to a freestanding bath full of custard.
How many people can you call at that time to get you out of such a predicament? That’s how many friends you have.
