"Site Banter Kept Me Going Until My Hands Froze on a Rewiring Job"
"On site, everything is a joke. If you look knackered, you're hungover. If you look quiet, someone takes the piss out of you. I had my first panic attack in the back of my Transit van outside a screwfix in Morley. For six months I pretended I had a stomach bug every time my chest tightened up. Walking into my local Andy's Man Club felt like the most terrifying thing I'd ever done, but sitting in a room with 15 other blokes who understood that feeling without taking the mick saved my marriage."