8 April 2012
It was a lunchtime on Thursday that I was fired from my job. I had been working at the school for over four years.
It was three o'clock in the morning when I tried to phone my mother, I say tried because she hung up on me after hearing me throw up drunkenly. I wasn't sure why I was fired, but I think it was a mixture between not turning up for work for three weeks in a row, and turning up drunk at work twice I a week.
On Saturday, my girlfriend, Abbey, decided to dump me after reading a Facebook status about a drunken brawl in the local pub.
On Sunday, I had fallen to the mercy of addiction. Addiction to the TV that is. I had watched over twenty episodes of House and at least two series' of Desperate Houswives.
It gave me peace of mind that I never got when I was working.
It was then that I realised. If I wanted to accomplish something with my life, I would have to live off the TV.
Three years later, I won a Guiness World Record for the longest session of TV.
I was back with Abbey and was the Headmaster of my old school.
Life was good.
The Joy Of Television • Opuss № I