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Losing the Goldstone was depressing enough but my first ever job was my worst ever under a mini-Hitler of a boss. Felt much better when we got back home to the Withdean and in a better job with much nicer people. Life is subconsciously good by the things we really care about I suppose. :thumbsup:

Still feel the nerves listening to that record twenty years on! I was working at the Birch hotel in Haywards Heath at that time. Life was making me miserable at that time. Much happier now. :smile: