Betrayed by my husband, I got divorced with nothing. With no real earning power, the world I threw myself into was the night trade. Hostess work became the centre of my life, and I'd got as far as having my own place — and then men claiming to be my husband's debt collectors started coming to the club. He'd had the money for his business run off with by a colleague and had gone into debt. And with the repayments starting all over again, I realised I had no choice but to throw away the one principle I'd been holding on to.