If I said I’d been on holiday, the next week he’d been somewhere more exotic.

Driven a nice car? He’d have driven one better.

His one-upmanship rankled.

So I told him I’d lost my job, dumped my girlfriend, and fallen down the stairs.

It worked.

I never saw him again.

Jon is an aspiring writer from the North West of England, currently working in Local Government, with a background in Newspaper Journalism. The best parts of his current job, which sadly lacks any creative stimulus, are lunchtime and hometime. And sometimes, at these times, he writes.