I work at a New Age Bookshop in the centre of Sydney. Out front things are love and light and colourful and hippy-trippy. Out back things are decidedly different. Like most work environments, behind-the-scenes takes on a decidedly utilitarian caste. This is a pic of our groovy work lockers. Can you pick mine? It is filled with spare shirts, cologne, pain killers and a book on G. G. Allin a workmate gave me to read about a year ago and that I still haven't got around to taking home yet.