I’ve got three numbers, lucky me. Ten pounds from the national lottery. I guess i’m a fully paid up devotee. Of this get rich philosophy.

Is it my Ying or is it my Yang or is it because i’m a desperate man. Fish chips tobacco and cigarette papers are my essential oils and essential vapours.

I play the horses and do the pools. Smoke too much and drink too much booze. Do all I can to keep afloat. Trying not too blow this ten pound note.

I knew this man and his big loud wife. They never worked a day throughout their whole life. They pulled all six and I could have cried. These are the types we all despise.

It’s a long long crooked road and not all of it is paved with gold. These pavement gaps all seem so big in shoes that cost a couple of quid.