By Lionel Stanbrook. “Marrakech is very bamboozling. The local compass somehow swings around every few minutes, with the effect that clever people with impeccable orienteering credentials…get completely lost within ten minutes of sallying forth from our snug bolt-hole for the first time.”
The next day, I examined his details that he left on my phone. His email address didn’t match the company that he claimed he worked for so it was a definite no go. I thought to myself ‘no one prepared me for the weirdo’s in NY, I really have come across some odd characters in my first 24hours but how much worse can it get?’. The answer is, a lot worse!
By Andrew Gold. “I was working a night shift at a newspaper in London when midnight struck and I turned 24. I finished editing an article before handing out slices of cake to my colleagues. There were one or two ‘happy birthday’ asides before we got back to work and the quiet of the office. It was a depressing way to celebrate my birthday.”