Until very recently, my brother-in-law ran a business that must have featured the world’s most charismatic workplace. It held Europe’s only indoor Mustang dynamometer – a rolling road for racing cars, essentially, which you could stand beside with your ear defenders strapped on tight watching whilst another warpainted drag racer clawed its way to 200mph.
But, as with my business on a different scale, the money didn’t come in as it might have done, and he sold up. And got a job. Well, the day comes when you have to face your adult responsibilities, forget childish dreams and buckle down…
My god, and some people dream of football management.
I’m retraining in accountancy.