It's half past three, the rain is battering the roof, and my five quid bedside lamp is doing the best it can to illuminate my oddly unwelcoming room.
I've got to get up in five hours to blanket flyer Lancaster. I've been made Entertainments Manager for a horrendous nightclub in town. It sounds a cushy number, but really it isn't. But it involves me earning enough money to both live and eat. So for that I'm grateful.
To my right is a duck and Eric Cantona. They're not helping matters. Nor is Football Manger, and my sudden addiction to downloading hundreds of albums I'll never, ever, listen to.
No one is going to turn up to opening night next week, and it'll all be the duck's fault. I hope he's happy.
I've got to get up in five hours to blanket flyer Lancaster. I've been made Entertainments Manager for a horrendous nightclub in town. It sounds a cushy number, but really it isn't. But it involves me earning enough money to both live and eat. So for that I'm grateful.
To my right is a duck and Eric Cantona. They're not helping matters. Nor is Football Manger, and my sudden addiction to downloading hundreds of albums I'll never, ever, listen to.
No one is going to turn up to opening night next week, and it'll all be the duck's fault. I hope he's happy.
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