My Arrival At The Bottom Of The World
Robin Williams once said that getting divorced was like having your balls ripped off through your wallet. My divorce was a similarly cathartic experience: after everything was paid for – solicitors, estate agents, other assorted robbing bastards and ex-wife, I was left with £12,000 of my pension and barely any of the equity in the house.
I think I probably got off lightly – however, that meant that I have to start again…. Not the best scenario for a 46 year old single bloke, so I’ve got a place in one of the less salubrious parts of Rumney down Wentloog Road, left into Greenway Road, right into Harris Avenue. It’s an ex-council house with four bedrooms and view across the playing fields – where on a Saturday night about 11:30 you can see little white bums bobbing up and down…. I’m thinking of investing in an air rifle.
