when I left school I got a job as an assistant manager at a printing works when after the first week I realised that printing wasn't for me. I wanted some real adventure and decided to join the Foreign Legion, but being dyslexci I ended up in the British Legion where I met an avuncular WO2 from the Sherwood Foresters.
He led me to another building across the road which had lots of pictures of smiling and happy people in a brown uniform. I was told that I would find P company a doddle and that I could fly helicopters if I wanted. I didn't believe him but left the building with a bible (not sure if there was any money in it) and a warrant to Sutton Coldfield.
I wish I never left.
Oh the stories we could tell eh!