The day was Wednesday, the first day in August. It started like any other, I awoke to the annoying twang of my alarm clock at 6:30am, rolled out of bed and pulled myself together. I donned a pair of steel toe-capped work boots and off I went, the daily grind awaits. Nothing particularly intersting happened in the factory that day but the the cut on my hand kept catching and was becoming sore.
After a few last minute back-breaking tasks as can be expected, I headed home still tired from my date the night before. (We saw Batman).
My best mate did a story involving me in some way. What a boshty lad Ryan is!