sound/light man; printing costs etc, etc...you will run at a loss of 200notes every Monday for the next six months.
You don’t feel so good. You’re a stand-up who needs to sit down. It’s feckin’ Friday. Where’s your phone? You’ve got some calls to make....
It’s Saturday night. The best of all nights. Fact. Everyone let’s their hair down. Partying hard with the expanse of Sunday and recovery just around the corner.
And here you sit in your apartment, the pub going thud, thud, thud just below. Half a bottle of whiskey left, both of your hands submerged in a large bowl of warm water with Epsom Salts. Night lights giving a relaxing glow to the place.