and what was the reason for your quick departure?
Decades of layers of super-heated Marmite steam solidified into a solid gloop (yes, a solid gloop, get your head around that, if you can) of such stickiness and malodorousness as to make the strongest of men blanch. We tied scrapers, then chisels, then pressure washers, then steam cleaners, and nothing made any impact on it except to anger it and cause it to release wave after wave of noxious Marmite gasses.
Each day was like a Sisyphean lifetime.
Half-a-day. Work experience at FourFourTwo magazine in Twickenham. Took me 1.5 hours to get there and they had me stacking and cleaning shelves for the first two hours.
Needless to say, I had the last laugh several years later when I sold them an "exclusive" piece which I'd already sold to another newspaper