TRUE-LIFE
Piling into a photo booth with my colleagues, I rummaged in the fancy-dress box.
We pulled on silly hats and sunglasses.
‘Cheese!’ I grinned.
It was January 2023, and we were at a work party.
I had a job as a bar supervisor at the city centre staff accommodation for a power plant.
As the music boomed, I danced over to the open bar for another drink.
‘Vodka lemonade please,’ I shouted, as my work mates sang and swayed.
Later, I nipped outside for a ciggie.
A short bloke with a brown Mohawk was stood there vaping.
