Monday, October 23, 2006

The Agent

Went to see my agent. The greasy bastard works above a chip shop and everything in his office stinks of batter. Martin doesn't like it. No work on horizon. 23 years with this fella and the best i had was one minute on Noel's House Party. It's not enough.

We're booked for a stag do in town. Rugby League team. I'm on after the Thai stripper and her ping pong balls so it'll be a tough act to follow. These people are taking all our jobs...

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