After answering an ad in a local paper, Coleman found himself
training for a job selling ’dry-frozen’ food door to door.
’My boss was an odious ex-army git with a disregard for personal
hygiene,’ Coleman recalls.
’People bought stuff just to get him out of their houses.’
After four days in the job, Coleman made his one and only sale - to a
pensioner. The spiel went: ’In this box we have 12 portions of two dover
sole fillets cradling a prawn mousse and topped with a fresh Irish Sea
king prawn, while underneath we have lobster thermidor ...’
Eventually the old man parted with pounds 36. ’My elation quickly
evaporated when I realised I’d cheated him out of half his pension. From
social worker to social pariah in 24 hours ...’