Onwards and upwards

Back to work. Onwards and upwards. To whatever's next.

I ended up doing all of this because it was the first decent job offer I got that would spare me from the thankless task of chasing Roses- and Quality Street-pilfering neds out of John Menzies in Glasgow Central. Who'da thought 17 years later I'd have had the chance to experience a week like last week as part of the day job.

PS: I wasn't a security guard. I was just the fastest on my feet when the toerags did a runner.