Mr Charlton’s Rebellion	

I hope he’s happy.	Having worked at the King’s Head Hotel for a few months,	
I thought I was getting to know my boss, Mr Charlton,	a rather serious middle-aged man who always arrived at work	
dressed in an immaculately pressed suit.	One morning, having prepared the bar,	
I was just about to have a coffee when in walked Mr Charlton	looking rather strange and talking rapidly to himself.	
Wishing him good morning, I was surprised when he didn't answer.	Instead, taking off his jacket, grabbing a lamp shade and putting it on his head	
he jumped onto the bar and stared wildly around the room.	Then, moving his hips like Elvis Presley,	
he began to sing Shake Rattle and Roll.	Having sung a couple of lines of the song,	
he bowed to the imaginary audience, said, ‘Yeah baby!’ and taking	a bottle of whisky out of his pocket, began to drink.	
At that moment,  I heard a siren in the street outside and through the window saw an ambulance	coming to a halt outside the hotel. 
In walked three men in white coats, who, after	
speaking to him quietly, gently led him away.	I never saw Mr Charlton again. They said that taking	
his job rather too seriously, he’d let the stress get to him.	Wherever he is now,