Wanted: A Bouncer

No sleeping on the job, mate!

I’ve always been fond of a nap. Some might say ruthless. As a five-year-old in kindergarten, I was the first to drop Play-Doh and hit the mats once Mrs Wilson called time out. In fact, I would body-check a kid just to get my spot: the top left corner where I wasn’t landlocked by limbs and the faint smell of stale socks.