William’s internal clock is eternally jammed at 13:40 on 14 March 2005 – right in the middle of a dentist appointment.
A member of the British Armed Forces, he had returned to his post in Germany the night before after attending his grandfather’s funeral. He had gym in the morning, where he played volleyball for 45 minutes. He then entered his office to clear a backlog of emails, before heading to the dentist’s for root-canal surgery.
“I remember getting into the chair and the dentist inserting the local anaesthetic,” he tells me. After that? A complete blank.
Parang ayoko na tuloy magparoot canal ever 