Johnny Green above is busted detained otherwise engaged BUT will be on site tomorrow at 4. Previously Johnny Green on Broadsheet. A choon? The level of betrayal and quantity of hook-ups involved left even our more libidinous readers open-mouthed.
Two years on from that particular moment, a friend reminded me it was about two years since I finished with the other half. The aftermath of that event lead me on hair pin bends of roads I never imagined I would go down from that moment forward! Two weeks after the event, still fresh in my mind, I was called for an interview for a job β not just one grade above what I was but two. A prospective new position that saw a jump in salary however I was in that head space of being lonely and lost, partying and doing stupid things to make up the weekends and the week and pad out that void that just was within.
A particular manager had taken what I wondered was a dislike and she called me in for a meeting. It never turned into a meeting but a mock interview, questions fired left right and centre and obnoxiously firing flippant comments on leading me to falter and unable to answer questions. I went into that interview however and scored a fantastic result and it lead me into that particular job managing staff and gaining skills I never envisaged! Post break-ups, for what it is worth are never a bed of roses.
The coming months made me visit a lot of dark places in my own head and by nature being a gregarious person β the sudden pull of a rug from under my feet made me question once or twice was it all worth it. People tell you that there is light at the end of the tunnel but when you are attempting to make sense of it at the time, it never appears that way. Partying endlessly filled the void I mentioned above and it all hit me when I realised that I was making making Amy Winehouse look like Mother Theresa that it all had to stop.
One Friday in September I went out at 5pm after work and surfaced at 1pm on a Sunday afternoon a weekend stuffed with debaucherous activity and unwanted proclivities. From seeing parents holding signs for their missing kids in Pristina in Kosovo, watching the Eurovision on big screens in Lisbon, meeting the only other tourist in Azerbaijan an Irishman!
