Here’s the best part: as a Yeoman Warder, you get a free flat inside the Tower grounds. Yes, you can wake up, look out your window, and see the ravens pecking at the grass. Your rent is covered, utilities too, and you’re steps from your workplace. But the catch? You’re always on duty. If a tour group gets lost at 10 p.m., they’ll knock on your door. Because you’re the Beefeater. It’s your job.
Also, you wear the famous uniform every day—navy blue for winter, red for summer, plus that massive hat. And when you go to the pub? You’re buying your own beer, but everyone offers. I’m told the real trick is to accept only one drink, or you’ll be telling the story of Anne Boleyn four times in one evening.
A Final Piece of Irony
Despite the 22-year requirement and the brutal selection, the job is incredibly popular. There’s a waiting list of qualified applicants. So if you’re reading this at 45 years old and you’ve already done your military service, you’re golden—provided you know when the Tower’s moat last dried out (1843, by the way).
But if you’re 22 and dreaming of that beaver hat? Start your military career today. And maybe practice your walking speed. Because the Tower doesn’t wait—and neither do the tourists. Oh, and learn to love the word “worky-ticket.” It’s what the warders call their uniform. You’ll say it with a straight face. Good luck.
