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When you fall asleep, you are unaware of sleeping until you're awake.

During those missing hours, a whole other world comes alive.

Welcome to the night shift.

My name is Ben Willis, and three nights a week I work the night shift at

Sainsbury's.

For me, the supermarket is a trading facility.

Apart from the obvious trade in food and household products, the supermarket

trades in time.

During the hours most normal people are sleeping, I am trading my time.

I trade this time for money.

I give them eight hours, and they give me money.

Cash back.

Hi, Ben.

Oh, hi.

I'm late again.

Jenkins is going to kill me.

See you later.

Yeah, see you.

Sharon!

Please, Mr. Jenkins.

Late again, Miss Sharon. I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins.

Second time this week.

I know, Mr. Jenkins. I'm sorry it won't happen again.

Okay.

This eight -hour trade gives me the money I need to pay my way through art

college, where most of my first year was devoted to the fundamentals of still

life.

Don't just stare at it, Ben.

Clean it up.

You see, I've always wanted to be a painter.

And like many artists before me, the female form has always been a great

of fascination.

I've always been in awe of the power they unknowingly possess.

Are you going to clean them up or not?

This is Sharon Finty.

Sharon knows that there is an art to dealing with an eight -hour shift.

An art to putting your mind somewhere else so that it becomes unaware of the

trade -off.

All the people that work here have perfected their own individual art.

Sharon knows rule number one.

The clock is the enemy.

The basic rule is this.

The more you look at the clock, the slower the time goes.

It will uncover the hiding place of your mind and torture it with every second.

This is the basic art in dealing with the trade of your time.

Any cash back?

This is Barry Brickman.

You see, Barry thinks of himself as a bit of a daredevil stuntman.

For a start, Barry's quite well known.

When one of Barry's bike tricks went wrong, the cameraman put it on the

internet.

Barry's stuck to his scooter ever since.

Matt Stevens is also a keen scooterer.

And what was the other thing?

And what was the other thing?

Justice!

Oh, yeah.

Now, Barry met good friends. There you go.

Take care. Between them, they came up with a very different way of dealing

the trade of their time. Barry. What?

Look.

Look.

Theirs is not finding anything to do that isn't work.

That was their final warning for pursuing something to do other than

A few weeks earlier, Barry and Matt had been reported for what they called

helping the ladies.

It was these shampoo bottles that sent them on their quest.

Barry and Matt knew what they looked like.

and they knew that the women in the supermarket knew what they looked like.

Their theory was that even though it was a sex toy masquerading as a bottle of

shampoo, women would like to try it as a sex toy but were embarrassed to buy it

because they knew what it looked like.

The decision to buy it would be an easier one if they were already at the

checkout.

If they didn't object, then Barry and Matt knew they'd help the bottle find a

happy home.

What they didn't know was that the bottle was the best -selling shampoo on

market.

Barry had challenged Matt to a scooter race in which they would sprint down one

aisle and up the next.

They would do all 14 aisles and then back to the starting line.

They'd been waiting for the day the manager called in sick.

The art of doing something else other than the work you're supposed to do is

addictive. The excitement of doing something that you shouldn't be doing,

with the consequences of your court doing it, are so strong that it often

others away from their own art.

On your marks.

Get set.

Go!

When

you've

perfected the art of placing your mind somewhere else, eight hours will go as

fast as this.

Time manipulation is not a precise science.

Like any art, it's personal to the individual.

Send them out into the world fulfilled and joyful.

Not a one.

I've got to tell you, Sharon, I'm a modest guy.

I feel fantastic.

I love you.

What's in your face?

Huh?

You inspire me.

Perhaps more than I inspire myself.

Yeah? You like it?

On the pitch.

With the boys.

I look like a god.

I'm an Adonis.

I keep myself in good shape.

I know that.

I see the looks.

I ignore them.

Carry on, you know.

Try. Make your own mark.

I feel like that.

I feel like a real man.

Like real men do.

So what does the art making my shift go so far?

I imagine the opposite.

The time is frozen.

I imagine that the remote control for life has been paused.

Within this frozen world, I'm able to walk freely and unnoticed.

Nobody would even know that the time had stopped.

And when it started back up again, the invisible join would be seamless except

for a slight shudder.

Not unlike the feeling of somebody walking over your grave.

When you see somebody walking down the street who's so beautiful that you just

can't help but stare.

Well, imagine as I do that with the world on pause, it becomes very easy to

understand the concept of beauty.

To have it frozen in front of you.

That precise moment captured.

Unawares.

For me, this fascination with beauty started at a very young age.

I was six or seven and my mum and dad had taken on a foreign student.

She was in her late teens and was studying English at a nearby school.

Being Swedish, the walk from the shower to a room didn't need to be a modest

one.

It was at that moment that something very profound happened to me.

I was exposed to the female form in a way I'd never experienced.

I felt fascination and wonder at the beauty of her nakedness.

And I wanted to freeze the world so I could live in that moment for a week.

I've never had a feeling of such completeness.

To this day, I still think it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever

seen.

You got these?

You know what would be wrong?

Would they hate me?

For seeing them.

I mean really seeing them.

I read once about a woman whose secret fantasy was to have an affair with an

artist.

She thought that he would really see her.

He would see every curve, every line, every indentation, and love them

because they were part of the beauty that made her unique.

And when I'm ready, the only thing I need to do at that time again is crack

finger.

Barry!

me tight never dreamed anybody could kiss that away bring me bliss that away

with a kiss that away what a wonderful feeling to feel that away tell me where

have you been all my life oh what you do to me

it's so new to me what you do to me hot diggity dog diggity what you do to me

when you're holding me tight

Never knew that my heart could go zing that away, ding -a -ling that away, make

me sing that away, and goodbye to my troubles, they went that away, ever

you came into my life. Oh, hot diggity dog diggity, what you do to me,

it's so new to me, what you do to me, hot diggity dog diggity, what you do to

me, when you're holding...

There's a cute little party for two that way.

Guys are blue that way.

Dreams come true that way. If you say I can share it with you that way. I'll be

happy the rest of my life.

Oh, hot diggity dog diggity boom. What they do to me. It's so new to me. What

you do to me. Hot diggity dog diggity boom. What you do to me. When you're

holding me tight.

Oh, hot diggity dog diggity boom.

What you do to me, it's on you to me. What you do to me, hot diggity dog

boom. What you do to me, how much you will shine from the moment you mine.

Hot diggity, hot diggity, hot diggity, hot diggity. Hot diggity dog diggity

boom.