The letter that dropped through our door seemed too good to be true, I thought it was a mistake, a big cock-up by a small team in a small town, or worse REVENGE.
In 2006 I'd set a mate up, I knew how desperate he was to be on Big Brother, and so I forged letters, entrant documentation, legitimate appearing disclaimers all apparently sent by Endemol, however, no such luck, this was real, a bonafide job offer just days after I had been sacked from my run of the mill finance job in Wilmslow.
I didn't consult Gemma, I, what am I saying, WE were in need of money now and this may have been the ticket. Without hesitation I contacted Ms. Ducket and arranged to meet Steve Morris, the appointment was pencilled in for the 7th of July 2009, a day that was to be made great.
On the 7th of July I woke to a dismal morning, the sky was overcast and the clouds were burdening the locality with their damp payload. I clambered over to the wardrobe and dressed in my best cheap suit (£40 suit from Matalan, £17 shirt from Next, £5 tie George at Asda, being presentable: priceless) Gemma had already left, the joys of working for the NHS, so there I am, looking like a model for "Man at C&A". I received the obligatory "Good luck" text from my mum that I have had for every job interview since the age of 15.
Downstairs I had my daily pick-me-up: 1 cup of tea, 1 Superking Black and 20 minutes of Sky Sports News, Liverpool had finally signed David Villa - Fantastic! One piece of good news, let's hope for some more.
I Left the house and head for Seddon Street, home of Middlewich Town FC... | 
