I get a job in a magazine ‘exchange’ in Shepherd’s Bush Road. It’s an hour’s ride each way. It’s a bit dingy but I console myself with the idea of turning it into a specialist secondhand comic emporium. One day while I am on my own in the shop imagining this a bloke wearing a raincoat asks if there is ‘anything stronger’. He doesn’t mean a comic, and I realise where things are at. They let me go the next day anyway. I stop for a drink, and that worldly wiseman who goes from pub to pub offers me wisdom.