Alcatraz Anyone?
Real Life
[So you know, this is imported from another newsletter I run which basically is an autobiographical one…all by ME, about ME and nothing done by AI.]
Sitting in the Leeds-based central offices of the newsagency group I worked for “back then”, felt a little intimidating. Having recently done the relief cover in Bradford, I wondered what joys awaited my next allocation.
The Ozzy (the Area Manager), called me into his office, gesturing for me to take a seat opposite him, him in his baby blue polyester “safari suit” (quite a thing around that time) and his shock of ginger hair looking very smug with himself. His smugness made me feel uneasy, to be honest, but hey, another day another dollar, eh?
And yes, I DID have one at one point!
“So, how was Bradford?” he chirped a bit of small talk before something devastating no doubt.
“Yeh, fine…an experience…good to be back near home turf again”, I responded.
“Aaah…on that…” his grin nearly knocked the freckles from his cheeks.
I could feel the ground beginning to open up. This ain’t going to be good!
