GROAN

He worked in a job but was laid off; gone was his posh life style relegating him to living in his car. This was ok at first due to the air con, reclining seats and ciggy lighter, along with stereo and roomy interior.

Outside it was spring so it was nice and warm, not too much but enough to be pleasant; what would the high heat of summer be like or the frigid cold of winter? Would he still be living in his car by then?

Take the other night, two weeks after starting this new life style, enforced upon me by my redundancy. I picked up a hooker and took her to my car, with the passenger seat back we had some average sex that lasted for around an hour. I paid her and she went on her way, I went out again and bought some chips from the chippy – the height of luxury.

This was my evening spent in my car, catering for two of my needs. If I spend ten years living in my car how can I monopolise upon it? I may write a book on it but there’s many long lonely but interesting nights from now till then, of me living in my car.