It's 1975, the place- Gibson Optical on King Street.
We took to playing " Towering Infernos" at denner time.
Ump**** wooden job trays with meths poured down the side made a great blaze.
Of course, being 16 year old apprentices we didn't use empty job trays so when the mannie Gibson walked in on the blaze half the order forms were alight, fortunately we hadn't melted any of the frames.
Do you think if I shopped Carol I would get a lesser sentence?