“Fucking Olympic team needs you!” he said, “Some dopy twat forgot to take your name off the list and you’re out number three Marathon entry. XXX I tried to kip in the car but the screaming of the siren kept me awake and then we was down the smoke and these fuckers was doing their nuts finding me some accreditation and some kit and al that what should have been done weeks before. “Oh no!” the guy said, “You’re joking right?”
“Don’t think so,” I told him, “You want a pint?”
“Ah, no, I don’t have my wallet.” he admitted, “You idiots do know you have a blood test at nine tomorrow morning?”
“You’re kidding right?” the prat in the roll neck gasped, “Oh fuck!”
“Yes, you’re fucked all right.” he said, “The College take a dim view
