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🛑 Honest to god? I’m proper fucked off with all these “I won big” posts. Until it actually happened to me. Me names Dan. 34. Brickie from Bristol. Knowle West through and through. I shouldn’t even be writing this shit. Twenty-odd years I’ve kept me gob shut when things went to shit. Sorted it meself. Never moaned. But three different lads I told this story to face to face all said the exact same thing: “Dan mate, fucking write it. Blokes like you think they’re the only ones. You ain’t.” So here it is. No bollocks. I graft six days a week, self-employed through contractors. Good month — two eight to three two after tax with overtime. Shite month — fourteen hundred when the sites shut down. That’s just how it is. Rent on the two-bed in Bedminster: £840. Council tax: £172. Van insurance: £134. Diesel: easy 160–200 quid. Child maintenance for Jamie (16) and Rachel (13): £420. Food for the three of us: £190 if I’m being tight. Phone, broadband, tools on tick: another 120. That’s over two grand just to stand still. After that? Fuck all. Winter 2025/26 was a proper cunt. Rain pissed down non-stop. Sites kept getting cancelled left right and centre. The main contractor I’d been with six months held me wages for nearly two months. “Cashflow problems” they said. In construction that’s normal… till you got kids at home. Then it’s just fucking brutal. Then the landlord whacked another £165 on the rent. Then the van died. Clutch and gearbox fucked. Two grand nine hundred to fix. Without the van you’re nobody mate. No tools, no site, no money. Every day it sat there I was losing cash. One night Jamie texts me: “Dad can we go to the match Saturday? Rams are playing.” Tickets £28 each. Two of us — £56. I had £38 in Monzo and eleven days till Universal Credit. I stared at the message for ten minutes then typed back “No worries son we’ll see.” That “no worries” from me own 16 year old lad hit harder than any punch. I sat in the dead van outside the garage in the pouring rain, engine
