It was summer and I was going nowhere. I was on the dole and skint.
“I’ve got the perfect solution – the answer to all your problems,” Rob said, as we sat outside the pub, drinks on him.
“No thanks, Rob,” I said, before even asking. Rob’s ventures required the kind of luck I just wasn’t born with. Rob managed to dabble in all sorts, maintaining a jail-free existence, while those around him got banged up like one-two-three. It wasn’t worth it.




