I can’t believe it, I have just come off the phone from Camelot! I got the job. I got the job! It’s been a dream of mine since I was a child to work at Camelot. I love theme parks and I love horses. Alright, I’m only going to be working in a suit of armour, called something like the dark knight, scaring the kids as they walk past, but my ambitions are much greater. I’ll be promoted to the guy who wears the chain mail suit, then surely I’ll be one of the jousters.
Several weeks later… it’s so fucking hot in this suit. The kids I’m supposed to scare just poke sticks through my suit, I have lost count of the number of times I’ve fallen over my own feet!
I only got this stinking job because I was the only one who would fit into the suit.