It's almost two in the morning. I'm still in work.
I'm having trouble getting my head round that.
I mean, apart from doctors, nurses, taxi drivers, delivery men, newspaper printers, prostitutes, nightclub barmen, Gardai, bakers, bouncers, night porters, radio DJs who play highly obscure music, shift workers, 24-hour petrol station attendants, industrious criminals, airport staff, security guards, lads doing road works, peeping toms, astronomers, Dracula, owls, foxes, hedgehogs, bats and imaginary creatures that plague childrens' imaginations, who the bloody hell else has to work at this time of the night?
I'm fucking hard done by I am, and no mistake. But I'm trying to remain cheerful.
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