Jack

'Visitor for you in the living room, Jack m'lad,' Billy shouts through from the hallway. I'm in the bathroom, half-heartedly brushing my teeth. I know it can't be Sarah, because she's off sunning herself in Tenerife. And I know it's no one from work, because, oh yeah, I don't have a job. And I hope to God it's not my bloody mother again, because if it is and Billy has let her in on his way out to the footie with Phil then I'm going to fucking kill him. I should have accepted their invitation to go with them. Oh, wait. They didn't ask me. I don't blame them, to be honest. They've pretty much stopped asking me to do anything any more because they already know the answer will be no. Maybe it's Mila Kunis. She's in luck, I've had a shower.

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