That is to say he would be a journalist if he got off his backside. But this luckless slacker isn't all bad - he has a soft spot for his sometimes friend Stuart Casey, the homeless old drunk who mostly lives under the railway bridge near his flat. Eric is willing to let his life just drift by... until the day a small red door appears on the graffiti-covered wall of the bridge, and a gang of strange-looking people - Eric's pretty sure one of them is a giant - dash out of the door and rob the nearby newsagent. From that day on Eric and Case haunt the arch, waiting for the door to reappear.