’I was unlucky enough to have to work the late-night shift. This
meant I would stand behind the counter, sober as a judge, while the
customers came staggering in pissed or stoned.
’The stoned lot tended to be the funniest because they had terrible
munchies but took absolutely ages to work out exactly what they wanted.
They were also rather paranoid under the bright lights.’
But a career in the catering trade clearly wasn’t for Carloss, so she
landed a job as a media buyer at CIA Medianetwork.
These days she hangs out at Soho House, where they serve decent food and
the clientele isn’t generally stoned or drunk. Actually, on second