I went to the Jobcentre. Dean Blunt was my advisor. He sampled my lies, weeps and whines into a new track as I sat there head on desk.
He played it back to me on the Jobcentre’s Logitech speakers. I thought I was underwater.
Dean Blunt muttered "I’ll See You inna Fortnight." "Ay?"I said looking up from my soggy sleeve.
"It’s the name of the track."