Friday, September 17, 1982


My last night at Tesco. It was a strange sort of ending, chaotic and careless in a way. . . . A lad was nearly killed in the warehouse earlier in the day when the rack he was standing on gave way, sending him and cans of beans plunging thirty feet to the floor. While we performed our menial tasks, suits stood about in groups pointing and conferring.

By the end of the night we were dossing about in almost open defiance.

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