In 1989, I had a mega breakthrough.  A mate of mine was working at Claridge’s, then part of the Savoy Group, and I mentioned to her that I fancied the idea of getting into hotel sales.  She said I should speak to the new Sales Manager there and ask her advice.  So I called her up and asked if she could spare ½ an hour

In 1989 I found myself once again bored with life in the UK and decided it would be ‘a bit of a laugh’ to apply to become a Travel Rep.  After a day-long interview extravaganza (lots of whooping and hollering and being generally super enthusiastic) I was offered a post in Mallorca (which when I received my letter I thought was some fancy, exclusive island

So I had stayed in Corfu too long and was unable to book a flight home. Eventually I found that it was possible to get off the island and head to Italy via the ferry (for some reason border control there was different).  Luckily, some bloke called John had got his hands on a knackered old Ford Granada and was planning to drive back to