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Previously on "Most Unusual Industry You Have Worked In"
They all thought I was a bit strange and somewhat intimidating. The manager asked me if I thought that I might be better suited to a more active and adventurous occupation.
Farming, my responsibilities were the cow sh*t heap, cleaning them out and feeding.
Soft Porn, I also worked for Paul Raymond for a couple of months as a favour to a friend who was the Marketing Manager at the time for Mayfair , crap money but a good time was had
Tropical rubber plantation. IBM System/3 in the middle of the jungle. AC couldn't cope in rainy season so we just opened the emergency door of the machine room. Due to currency shortage at one point the government authorised us to pay plantation workers with "negotiable instruments" that we would print with the payslips. I am one of the few people I know who has written a program literally to print money.
I could tell some tales of my years behind bars (not the prison ones but the licensed kind that you all love so much) but I generally spend my time trying to forget all that...
...although I wouldn't have minded one last fling hosting the CUK Christmas Do - wonderful bunch of people, and hardly any of them were sick anywhere (well, anywhere where it mattered )
Make the most of it. One day you might sit in some vagrant's favourite spot down your local shopping mall, and before you know it your whole life is going down the khazi.
Make the most of it. One day you might sit in some vagrant's favourite spot down your local shopping mall, and before you know it your whole life is going down the khazi.
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