When Johnno awoke, a prize winning novelist he couldn’t help but think how good life was.
It had been a glittering night. The many and varied had done all they could to be photographed with him.
Considering that he left school at fourteen and worked down the coal mine until he was thirty, his rise to stardom was monumental to say the least.
Now seated on the Lion’s Head he was lost among thoughts of how to spend the money.
Everyone had asked if he had another novel.
‘Not sure I’m all that interested,’ he thought to himself.
Those decisions could wait.
He had fame and glory to soak up.
A month or two of free lunches and TV appearances.
Soon he thought he would make the trek to his mothers bedside in the hope she had enough marbles left to dictate him another winner.