for Travis.

Works night out. Worse for wear I hailed a private hire Toyota driven by an MC Hammer throwback.

I managed to barter UP the fare from 35 quid to 40. I was too full cut to argue.

Cheeky Vimto and Jamesons was swilling around with the Stella in my stomach when MC Hammer started to talk.

"Out with work? What do you do?" he asked.

“Telesales”

“I’m getting married this year so I need a new telly, what do you recommend?”

I didn’t bother to correct him. “Sony Wega, thirty two inch.”

At last, my Media Studies diploma came in use for something.