Once upon a time I worked in a job that paid peanuts but was the best fucking job ever.

I left home a few days before my 18th Birthday and went to live in a bedsit in Aberdeen. My Mum had told me that I shouldn’t leave home, just to get married – so me and my ex drove around Aberdeen one day looking for somewhere for me to live. Within a few hours, we’d found the bedsit. I had to share with a girl called Lyda, who was monumentally pissed off that I was moving in, probably because she’d been hoping her sister could move in to the second bed. Tough shit, I found it first.

It was a family home in a nice street and Lyda and I shared a room which had 2 beds and some tea making facilities. There was a toilet right outside our bedroom…