[ Previous chapter ] [The Kitchen Porter: Summer–Autumn 2004] Toward the end of my English degree I’d been having conversations with my...

My time at The University in The City of Crushed Dreams would loom large in my mind for many years after I’d left...

My part-time Halls Catering Job in The City of Crushed Dreams was all that stood between me and Financial Ruin...

My A-level results were a big let-down. Not quite Disastrous or Shameful; but significantly below what I was hoping for...

[ Previous chapter ] [The Corner Shop: Autumn 2000–Summer 2001 (Three evenings per week)] Toward the end of the first year of my...

My mother said I should get a Saturday Job, since The Garden Centre Job had come to nothing, and I’d sacked off my second paper round...

I don’t remember what (if anything) I was predicted to get for my GCSEs.

I should at this juncture mention The Posh School–mandated two weeks I spent in The Photography Shop in The Cathedral City...

Between January 2022 and March 2023 I wrote a sort of memoir entitled "Curriculum Vitæ: a working life story". I had long had the idea...

I got my first regular Job at the age of 14 because we’d moved from North Wales to The Hog County in the South of England...

I was born in The City of a Thousand Trades, in the West Midlands of England, on St John’s Day 1983...

I’m nearly forty, and I think I’m in the first stages of an early-onset Midlife Crisis—if not a full-blown bout of Existential Dread...