The pang of my blackberry alarm jolts me into consciousness and I jump up with a start. Where the hell am I? Oh, the sofa. Are you kidding me? Eight...

I pace around my one-bed studio flat in just my bra and pants and a single strategically placed blue plaster on my cheek eagerly looking for the...

I sulk my way through the rest of the afternoon, busying my wounded ego by restocking the mince and offal troughs. The one good thing about working...

Gaynor Startle, my sworn mortal enemy and manager of Tesco’s Tidbury for the past thirteen years and counting. I’ve had the misfortune of...