When I lived in Manchester I worked on the census of employment each summer. We were an odd group of people but we produced our own little comic, written by a guy called John Broadhead. I have one little cartoon next to me as a write [it was all about my impending career guidance interview]. We didn't seem to do a great deal of work, and our ages ranged from very young to very old. They called me 'the dormouse' because I used to crawl into work and fall asleep at my desk. We worked above the Allied Irish Bank which was always being evacuated due to bomb scares, but no one seemed to know we were there so we'd leave work to find everyone in the rest of the building had legged it. One girl used to bring her cat in as we had a mouse problem in some of the rooms. Another lady used to joke about being a witch, and later on I learned that she lived at Alderley Edge which did have a bit of a reputation in that way. I would so love to meet up with those people again
. We wouldn't have anything in common and all we'd talk about would be what we did for those two summers [although, sadly there probably aren't many of us left now]. I think John was the funniest person I ever knew. Oh, and there was Goody, a little Asian hairdresser who used to cut our hair [he said I had the thinnest hair he'd ever seen]. Sorry; I'm wallowing in nostalgia here.....it was quite a magical little time.