One Australian, one Englishman and at least one thing in common - the seemingly perpetual pursuit of hitting rock bottom. And yet perversely, their optimism must stink something rotten if they think people will want to listen to their fictionalised problems.
And I ask myself - if I had the time to read, would I have the time to grieve? And I ask myself - if I had the time to watch TV, would I have the time to wallow in my misery? These days I only have the time to go running with Kelly MacDonald it seems.