My best friend Suzanne bounded into the South London apartment we rented together after she’d finished work, her hazel eyes lit up like a bonfire. “You’ll never guess what’s happened!” Suzanne worked as a private tutor, a job that certainly allowed her to see more of upper class England than I could've conceived possible. I couldn’t imagine a more mundane job; however it seemed she had a pretty sweet deal. She seemed to d...

Sometimes I really questioned my sanity in taking a parttime job whilst at college. Whilst my friends were out partying, getting drunk and getting laid here I was serving over priced French cuisine to middle age couples who seem to spend their entire evening pretentiously professing about how wonderful their lives were. Sure the money was decent but was this really how I expected to spend what were supposed to be the best...