RWC Baz

My journey into retail began at the much loved Somerfield (Remember the place?) which then turned into a Waitrose. I wore many hats (literally aswell as figuratively). I stacked shelves, I served grannies corned beef and ox tongue at the delicatessen, I became the purveyor of fine meats at the meat counter, and I mucked in at the fish counter too – with some displeasure considering my distaste for such fruit de mer as the French say. And I also donned the high visibility jacket that can only mean one thing – I was once a trolley boy too!