Best of times, worst of times: Paul Potts

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When I left university I didn’t think the world owed me a living. I’d graduated in philosophy, theology, film and television studies. But 1993 was the worst time for graduate employment. I applied for jobs in the civil service, but part of the application was a logic test, and I was never much of a mathematician. So I worked as a verger at Bristol Cathedral for three months, and then at another church for a further three months. Then I found a job at Tesco in Bristol. I’ve always been prepared to roll up my sleeves. But when I was moved on to nights it was like living with permanent jet lag — your body can’t switch off.  More