It was a strange set-up. We occupied a couple of attic rooms next to the railway station. One room was for Tarot, the other was for "chat" which meant talking dirty. Male employees weren't particularly welcome because they were only of use in the one room. Most of the women plied between the two.

I lasted three weeks. Most of the clients (even the Tarot folk) wanted to talk to a woman and a lot would hang up when they heard my voice.

I felt that what I was doing (on the odd occasions when I got to do it) was a kind of therapy.

They sacked me because I wasn't productive enough. I can't say I was sorry.