OK, it is now my second day doing work experience at heat Towers and nothing, and I mean NOTHING (don't forget, in the past year I have eaten lamb's tongue, consumed my own urine, and locked lips with Paul Marine) could have prepared me for this week. So far it has been a tireless exercise in humiliation, with the heat tyrants keeping me busy with pursuits such as shining their shoes, brushing their hair and making them (many) cups of tea. Two days in and I’m at breaking point. PLUS not one member of the Spice Girls has set foot in the office yet…
Joe from Shipwrecked's diary!