by Andrew Shoben
I grew up in South London, and like many teenagers, I got a job in the local Tesco supermarket. For the first few months there, I was a Trolley Boy, collecting the metal trollies that piled up in the car park, where shoppers left them after unloading. Occasionally, I’d get lucky, and find a pound coin or two wedged in the little metal box that unlocked them from the Trolley Park. This was a moment of excitement in an otherwise dull, dull job.