MY FIRST PROPER JOB after college was as the very first graduate trainee at the Jockey Club, in the days before the arrivistes of the British Horseracing Authority took over racing.
They’d decided they ought to move into the nineteenth century. Modern organisations had graduate chappies around, so they should get one, too. They meant well.
I only lasted six months before the lure of working in politics took over. But I spent