Left school at 15, grafted for my uncles WC firm in Sevenoaks Kent for 2 years with about 10 other blokes working for him. He taught me WC. He recently died which was upsetting as I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't for him. Did a bit of building work for another uncle after that and bummed about for a bit until I was 23 then went for WC job at the grand hotel Brighton which I got and did 4 years, it was the best job I've had although the pay was dire! I then decided I had to move on after I was offered to work for another WC. I did this for 2 years and then subbed work from him and paid him his cut until I ended up buying areas from him paying off each week. I'm now 39 and still love the job! I must be mad!!