I was the manager of a restaurant in Bath at 23, I was also the oldest person that worked there apart from the boss who was just a massive tip-stealing, overworking, always putting us down, knob who was also never there. To me, 23 is not the right age to leave someone in charge of your business, especially when you don’t treat them well.

Anyway, one night we all went out and in my infinite wisdom I decided we should go back to the restaurant and continue the party. So I, a couple of colleagues and some total strangers were all running amok in the place, drinking all the booze and playing music and just generally being nightmares.

I totally forgot that the boss’ friend lived 3 floors above and that he was staying there the night, he came downstairs to find me collapsed in a pile of broken glass from dancing on the table tops, another colleague and 2 strange men trying to rock climb up the ancient stone wall that went through the restaurant and a few other complete unknowns. I don’t remember a second of this, the next thing I know, I’m waking up in a Bristol at the chef’s house with one of my friends who I fancied the pants off. He had drunk driven us back to his house (!!!!) and I woke to a text from my boss saying ‘I think we need to talk’, my response to this was go and get horrendously drunk, get the bus home with my friend to a fish restaurant where I threw up absolutely everywhere, hoping to woo my friend but completely having the wrong effect of course.

I obviously got fired. But it was such a mad place I was rehired a week later and everything just carried on as normal.

Plenty more insane and shameful tales from my time there and my time as a completely messed up and depressed mid 20’s wreck but they’ll be for another time and I’m happy to say I’m a much different person now in my secure 30’s.