I knew a guy once in Wellington who had made a great big success of the pub game. He told me once over a long lunch I love hard work. I could watch it all day.
No matter how well you organise things, life may interrupt to say lunch is over buddy. He cashed up, decided to park the money for a short time in soaring stocks, and his timing could not have been worse because this was 1987 and the crash caught him out and he more or less had to start again.
Once more he was the one doing the long hours, pushing the broom, cashing up at the end of the night, getting a new bar started.
