King of my world

Drinking.  I seemed to take to it like a duck to water. 

When I went out, it was hard to get me back indoors.

I was the last person to leave my own wedding. It was a free bar.  

"Until this bar shuts, I’m staying”, I said. 

Got a job in a bakery. Perfect because it was opposite the pub. I drank every day at lunchtime, 6 days a week. I would sleep on the table at the bakery rather than go home. 

I had to leave that job, unfortunately. I became allergic to flour dust.

I was always in trouble

Passed for the grammar school but wasn’t willing to put the study in. I was academically lazy. Just wasn’t interested. I was interested in art and metal work. Made kung fu stars to throw at Old Trafford. At 12, I was caned twice for “abusing public artwork”. 

I had a problem with school and authority. Too many rules, I was always in trouble. As far as I was concerned, school was fucking war.

I was always a grafter though. Had a paper round. Worked at the grocers’ shop. I liked being with adults.

As Paul Newman says in Cool Hand Luke; "what we've got here is failure to communicate." I had that with anyone who thought they were better than me.