22 September 2016
I did a stint in Crouch End, working for a bunch of 1st and 2nd generation Irish guys and they'd be on it most lunchtimes. I couldn't keep up with them, they were a couple of leagues above me in the drinking stakes.
And they'd fuck off back home at the drop of a hat, for a couple of weeks, to go on the piss, often taking one of the labourers along with them to act as their driver. They'd never tell me either. I'd often turn up on a Monday morning for a client meeting on my own as Joe or Tommy had gone home for a "little rest", along with the company credit card and a couple of fellas to drive them around.
These days, I can't go back to work if i have taken a drink at lunchtime. I have to bin the rest of the day off or carry on in the pub.