When I was 17 I worked at a packaging factory, and for various reasons the Managing Director offered me a ride in to town one day (punctured tire on my bike).
When we got into the car he took off his jacket, loosened the tie, put on a torn jeans jacket and turned up the stereo. We listened to the Stones and talked about music for the duration of the trip.
Not exactly what I had expected.
At a garden party last weekend I struck up a conversation with P., a nice chap with a lot of hair. Turns out he's a senior executive at an IT consultancy. It also turns out he's a musician and a fan of the Japandroids.
When we got into the car he took off his jacket, loosened the tie, put on a torn jeans jacket and turned up the stereo. We listened to the Stones and talked about music for the duration of the trip.
Not exactly what I had expected.
At a garden party last weekend I struck up a conversation with P., a nice chap with a lot of hair. Turns out he's a senior executive at an IT consultancy. It also turns out he's a musician and a fan of the Japandroids.
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