In the gap between degree and post grad, I moved to London and signed on to a temp employment agency...

The best job they gave me was lorry driver's mate.
He was a grumpy old bugger who made it clear he had no respect for education,
or liking for student lefties..
But every morning after driving out the depot
first thing he'd do was take me to a variety of his favourite outer London greasy caffs
for full English breakfast...

He'd natter with his old road mates, moaning about the long haired student he'd been lumbered with,
I'd put up with being the butt of their cruel humour,
and dig into proper grown up working man's grub...

Brilliant...!!!