Single Man

I was glad to be at work for a change, the life of a single man was often quite the roundabout, late nights, drinking too much of course (but there was nothing new about that) and waking up with strange men in the house.

It was supposed to be women, but for some reason, mates kept using my place as a crash pad.

I had actually started training again, evenings at the floodlit astroturf park outside of Wigan, real bites your legs football and of course, club nights out with whatever group of lads that were available.

Therefore, work became an island of serenity, a place to sober up and have a bit of fun with two other stress guys, Brendan Hutchison and Ian Tasker, the three of us would break up the monotony of real work with quite a bit of tomfoolery.