He didn't get where he is today by stealing somebody else's catchphrase.

I'm Alan Partridge...

A Corby Trouser Press Yesterday

It's Saturday night and my first weekend off. I think that working 14hr night shifts has turned me into Alan Partridge:

The cinemas are closed.
The shops are closed.
There is a disco going on in the reception downstairs, full of punchy rambling gobshites, who I cannot understand.

I have three options:

  1. Get quickly drunk.
  2. Go to bed.
  3. Take my Corby trouser press apart.

I'm deliberating between options two and three at the moment.
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