Christ its been a long rotation this time. Two weeks out on the north sea and im climbing the walls by the end of it. Offshore work does that tae ye. All steel corridors and diesel and men packed tight like sardines in bunks.
Soon as I hit Glasgow though? Different story. Got my routine sorted. Text Zara few days before im landing. She knows the drill. Polish girl, works out of west end flat. Not cheap but worth every penny. Shes clean professional knows exactly what im after.
Money from offshore hits different. Weeks of hard graft means when im back onshore I spend without thinking. Some guys save. Me? I need the release. Need tae feel human again after being stuck on that platform. Zara understands that. No judgement. Transaction clear from start.
Sometimes wonder if other guys in my crew do same thing. Probably. But we dont talk about it. Unspoken rule offshore. What happens onshore stays onshore.
Another whisky. Another night. Another booking confirmed.