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@General_Lucifer
^Mate, as Jock in my book would say, if that lass were my daughter I'd still be bathing her.
Sadly I'm still in the shitty job, as you know, but I'm going to try push the book now. I've had a lot of really good feedback - I only published it because forumengers nagged me into it and I owed you lot that at least, but it's turned into one of the best things I've ever done (apart from bumming that lass from Bradford in the weird gold lamé two piece).
I don't plan a second book in the series, although I'm writing other stuff. The thought of there actually being enough stuff for another book makes me want to string myself up from the highest beam, to be honest.
My mindset recently is very 'prison'.
I can't go anywhere, I've just got to survive.
The clothing is very prison issue, the rules are prison issue. I'm just trying to stay sane.
Alcohol is the hardest problem. Everyone in the factory I talk to has a massive alcohol problem, we're all struggling to control the booze. It's honestly really sad to talk to lads you've known for 20 years realising they're alcoholics and they don't know what to do about it. They just keep drinking every evening and keep clocking in each morning.
Funnily enough, my younger brother, Devil, works at Tesco. He fucking loves it.
He's in Thailand at the moment, at his father-in-law's funeral. Some silly bollocks Buddhist got the father in law's name wrong and apparently that fucks his chances up in the afterlife.
Our kid had to go live with the monks for three days and pray, (as the next man in the family) so they shaved his bonce and his eyebrows and made him say 'Om for three days! I've been laughing my bollocks off ever since. He's back tomorrow, and has to toddle round Tesco on Sunday looking like Duncan Fucking Goodhew.