'Job vacancy for you, mate'. They had said to me at the Jobcentre. 'Security'.
I've worked at the roughest nightclubs in the city, had my nose broken on several occasions, so I wasn't relishing more of the same.
Thankfully, the punters here are more laid back than your average pissed-up, nightclub psycho.
My deep voice is usually enough to knock the wind out of their sails when exuberance gets the better of them.
Maybe my broken nose days are in the past, I'd certainly like to think so. Yeah, I think I'm going to enjoy being a bouncer at Mothercare.