Manager talking to the police at the scene…
I guess the shift foreman’s advice to leave the centre, lock everything, is international standard practice but he said I’m no saint… at the end of the shift, er indoors wants me take steps and get home sharpish…
He said he was going to have a drink on the way home but couldnt handle bars at that time of day, leaves him feeling hollow, techs too long as well. Alcohol also made his head race and speak xtr fast for some reason. Mumbling something about being an ex-tea drinker, or a jockey… wheel never know.
There’s always something to derail yer plans for getting off work and home early.
Looking back though at the burnt factory, its nothing more than a Black Box now….