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“HAVE YOU GOT A CHILD UNDER 8 YEARS OF AGE??”
This was the desperate phrase I repeated to crowds of rugby fans as they entered the stadium.
Everyone poured through the gates while I faced upstream like the panic-stricken woman in a movie who has lost her child. Or, in this case, wanted to barter for someone else’s.
Without anything more specific than ‘promote the Sun on Sunday’ as a job description I headed into Asda to start work. I asked a man in Asda uniform where the staff entrance was located. ‘We don’t have staff; we have ‘Colleagues’. And the Colleague entrance is round the back’. Fine. Hanging out by the newspapersContinue reading “Wearing A Suit In A Supermarket”
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