Shit gets (sur)real

Notes from the strangest place I've ever worked

It was 1999 and I needed a job. In the classified section of The Scotsman newspaper, nestled between garages for sale and box rooms to rent, I spotted a small advert. The words - no experience necessary stood out. A phonecall later, I wound my way through the cobbled streets of Edinburgh’s New Town and stepped into a pub bearing the same name as my favo…