I had been working in the financial district of London for several years and had made quite a success of myself. After another hard day’s work, I started to make my way to the wine bar where I usually had drinks with some of my colleagues after work. However, I received a text saying that the bar was being refurbished so we decided to go to a nearby pub instead.

We quickly realised our mistake when we entered and saw what kind of pub it was. It was full of ‘working class types’, jeering and shouting at the large screen TV that was showing an England football match. I hated football. I joked with my colleagues that I had probably earned more money that day than these poor folk would earn in a year. I told them I just needed to quickly use the toilet, and then we could find a more suitable venue.

What I didn’t realise was that the barman had overheard me, and decided to place a curse on me to teach me a lesson. And so, when I stepped out of the cubical, to my horror I found that I had become one of those ‘working class types’ that I had been so disapproving of.