And I’m like what? I mean this is, in no way, the first time that he has been a complete prick about something relating to work. You know, things like drive to that gig 400km round trip I’ll make it worth your while and then he doesn’t pay petrol money. Or how many countless times I’ve arrived at the house and it’s the wrong address or the people inside didn’t know I was coming or the event has been described wrong. Like its a 40th Birthday not a 4year olds kids party. Problem is I need the money. I’m expensive to run.

So I say to him “ Jesus, you’re not serious. I mean I’m doing you a favour, giving you a dig out last minute, covering this gig which you have just told me about and you want to take a commission?”