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Returning from my attempt to enter military life, now jobless, with rent to pay, food to buy and the usual smattering of other bills, trawling the local rag job pages became the only pastime I could consider.

Unemployment figures in the UK have never had a positive trend, but I was convinced there would be something…

A vacancy for an Assistant Newspaper shop caught my eye, in a location not too far from where I lived using my bicycle (my mode of transport now downgraded since the scooter affair).

I had retail experience, given my M&S high-street shop employment, so, hell, why not?

Attending the interview, just days later, I met the Area Manager, a well besuited Ozzy guy with a shock of ginger hair. He talked through the requirements of the post, and the inevitable early hours needed to take the paper deliveries from the supplier and then make up the rounds for the delivery boys and girls.

The shop had a couple of part-time staff to manage but the mainstay hours would be mine…on paper, it would be about 60 hours a week (works out more as meeting the newspaper supplier prior to opening added at least an extra 1.5 hours a day)…

Hey ho, it was a job, an income and I started the following week.