My first boss, 1991
I got my first job when I was 11. The boys would all meet at the newsagent at dawn and the Owl would drop us off at office buildings with a stack of magazines and newspapers that we'd sell in the lobby. A few hours later he'd pick us all up in his rusty tan coloured van and drop us at school, and if he was in a good mood he'd drive really fast around bends so we could play corners in the back.
The Owl had the most magnificent eyebrows I've ever seen. Majestic, sweeping things, like the tails of two startled cats.