It's tough at the middle. 1.00am.

Every pitch at the moment gets 100%.
So working late is just a part of what happens.

This is me on a tiny break, there's a frame from my Cuban commercial (feels like a million years and a million tears ago now) on the monitor, and you can even see my lucky (lucky, lucky?? fuck's sake) poker chip.

I've just cleared stuff away, so imagine what it was like.

Working late isn't the problem.
The office is locked at the front so you have to leave from the back.
Down the longest, darkest, scariest alley, pitch black until it reaches
the street at 1.00am is enough to make you shit your pants,
and make you become religious, as you mutter jesus, jesus
under your breath half walking half running down that dark alley.

So feeling trashed today. Be kind.