It would ring hollow in your tin-like, filthy wax riddled brain, had I told you what I do for a living.Judging by the morlock references and poky descriptions to sherry, arsed, pikey and wax digging, you resemble a Jim Royle caricature. What will you scratch out next for a nomination? Your local tip being shut after four AND on a bank holiday? Asda running out of cheap cider in hot weather? Being loud, pissed up, violent and eventually kicked off a plane with your mates on the way to Benidorm? Council harrassment for dodging local taxes? What an amoeba.