Welcome to the second piece of the jigsaw of the mangled sludge of words and stuff that will eventually curdle and congeal into the boondoggle of the memoir, No stranger to the P45. This is actually a prequel to the first mini-book, 'A hitman, a chopstick and a darlek' and describes my experience working in five different bars. Described by some as '... fabulously funny', ... crazy and bizarre but very clever', and 'Totally engaging', I say: 'Would you like fries with that?'