Come the summer of 1988, I’d had enough of London and daily commuting and was desperately in need of some excitement – so I decided to pack in my job and head off to Greece for the summer.  For years I had been supplementing my fairly meagre salary by working in the local pub, so I wasn’t phased by the prospect of bar work. Off

Whilst working at the Tour Operator I went on a sales trip to visit a number of travel agents ‘up north’.  This was my first trip to the north of England and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but clearly the picture in my (very naive) head was fairly grim. As we drove into Sheffield I was horrified to see hundreds of tiny houses on

During my time at the Tour Operator, I was tempted by a job advertisement to become a PA to the director of a small, funky advertising agency. I got the job and worked out my notice period (whilst enjoying a series of leaving dos and lots of lovely presents). It took less than an hour on the first morning of my new job to realise