Eating alone - when I was young I thought it was horribly sad.

[Pat Vegas]

I used to hate it personally.

12 weeks I lived in the Thistle Hotel on Central Street, like a more upmarket Irish Alan Partridge.

“Fúck me, must be great to live in a hotel” my colleagues would say.

Take away kebab maybe then by 9pm sat at the bar again, just me and the barman. On a Tuesday. Beezer.

I worked there for 2 weeks that was enough.