“In those days I would drink eight pints of Guinness in the course of an evening, stagger back to my bed,and then live through that dreadful and totally disconcerting ordeal of spinning in outer space every time I closed my eyes.Did this happen to you? It must have.You'd close them for a few moments, hoping to go off to sleep, but your entire body would feel as though it was literally going into rotation - like you were on an out-of-control space-walk- and would continue to spin at a fast-increasing velocity until you opened your eyes and struggled to regain your bearings.Then you'd have another go, closing your eyes and hoping to lose consciousness before the spinning became unbearable, but easily having to pull yourself around a few times.Eventually, you would lose consciousness and disappear into a black hole.”