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Published: 3rd April 2021
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For a couple of years in the early '80s I was a junior clerk at a national UK bank. I made some friends for life but absolutely hated the work. Every night I would have to run for my bus home because if I missed it there would be a very long wait for the next one. For some reason, forty years later, those times have taken on an air of romanticism all of their own.