Now for most folks the idea of an extra day in their weekend is just peachy. You've finally got the time not only to catch up on your sleep/housework/garden/decorating/car repairs/furniture shopping but you can also get some social life thrown in. However three nights and two days out on the beers is a little too much for most folk and by the end of Sunday night most folk were flagging horrifically.
I spent the weekend sleeping through the hours of daylight in order to work three full days on the trot after a week at work. Thankgod for Monday and the snooker.
Occasional postings from a toe-to-toe customer services physical interface operative.
The ramblings and collected tales from a jobbing licensed doorman. Tales of drunken woe, machismo, loose women, loose fists and 99% boredom. Hopefully updated as thoughts worthy of an audience hit my mind.
'Over a decade at it and not winning any beauty contests'
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