I worked at Weston-super-mare during the festive season serving drinks behind a bar, serving meals (silver service style) was propositioned by the owner of this mansion, and next day I ran away and somehow got myself back to London...it was a long way from the local station so maybe I hitched a ride....
I had zero knowledge or skills at pulling beers. In the end the floors were awash with alcohol and I witnessed behaviour which I've never sern since, thank God.... My memory of Weston-super-mare.
