the café-bar at the Broadway Cinema in
Nottingham when I was 18: good mates,
good music and a good atmosphere. I
ended up ploughing a fair amount of my
wages back in to the bar. There was also
the bonus of getting to see free films at
what is still my favourite cinema.
packing meat in a giant fridge warehouse.
It was about 0 degrees all day so I wore
about three pairs of joggers, three
t-shirts, two hoodies, a hat, gloves and
scarf! To make it even worse, it was
mid-August so I’d be boiling hot within
seconds of leaving the fridge!
The worst job I ever had (and there have
been a few) was probably working at a
well-known clothing chain when I was
16. I genuinely couldn’t stand it and spent
most of my time hiding in the storeroom
putting the sizing cubes on the hangers.
I’ve had jobs that sound worse, but that
was the only one I truly hated.
Best part-time job: I worked behind the
bar of my local pub for a year or so. I’d
socialise with mates in there all the time
and have lock-ins