Edinburgh A to Z

ITALIAN Kitchen is the closest I've ever got to Italy. As she twitters on about her ex-boyfriend in Turin, I'm thinking about my boss, that fat little ponce Paolo who gives me shit every day. She thinks being a chef is 'a really cool career' but she must've got me confused with that mockney wanker off the telly. Working in the Grassmarket isn't a barrel of laughs, especially when you work in the only pizza place that's open when the last pubs shut. Take your pick for the worst place to be: out front with the drunks, cracking pished gags and trying on pished scams and having pished fights - or back in the kitchen, with the sweat pouring down the crack of your arse. It's the standing about that gets to you, at the end of a long split shift, you can feel it in your



Edinburgh A to Z