Tony reckons that our recent brush with employment is something that he doesn't want to repeat for at least another ten years, after our very short spell helping to build toilets at the Olympic Village turned out to be a complete and utter disaster, which the boy reckons will leave him mentally scarred for life.
Of course, our hearts were never in the job, especially as the site where we working was situated not too far away from a pub.
So, with the temptation to drink excessive amounts of lager, when we should have been working, being too much to resist, it was only going to be a matter of hours before our boss found us sat at the bar, knocking back pints of our preferred drink, when we should have been digging foundations and building brick walls.
Still, we got paid for the work we did, and as Tony rightly says, at least we can now sleep soundly at night, knowing that in the last five years, we have worked a couple of hours, whereas some people have never worked at all, during that time.
Personally, I was never turned on by the idea of building toilets for Ethiopian marathon runners, and can honestly say that I won't miss getting up early, to catch the bus to south east London, where we were expected to shovel shit for little money, but take lots of abuse.
We're now off for a couple of cheeseburgers, after which we'll probably have a few pints in our favourite pub, thanking God that a very unpleasant chapter in both of our lives has closed.