Jack, the Lad

Every day Jackie’s alarm wakes him up to a randomly selected song from The Charlatans’ Wonderland album. Today it’s Judas and the scratchy synth-laden intro has sounded six or seven times before he gives acknowledgement to anything other than the snooze button. The last time he looked at the clock it was 5.41. Now it’s barely half 7. It’s been another predominantly sleepless night at The Playhouse on New Street.