RAG7890
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There's a story from the seventies which I really hope is true.
The uniformed doorman at the BBC building in Portman Street was an ex-Army guy - honourably discharged in '43, having lost and arm in North Africa, couple of medals - and he was on familiar cap-peak-touching terms with everyone who worked at the studios there - the producers and directors, the talent, the engineers and cameramen, the posh secretaries, even the lowly writers. Everyone knew and loved old Wilf.
He came up for retirement after thirty-some years' service, never missed a day, out there by the main entrance come rain and shine. And all the people who knew him wanted to give him a parting gift. Traditionally it'd have been a timepiece - a mantle-clock or a good fob-watch - but it was decided to go for something a bit special. So they took a collection and bought Wilf the brand-new, highly-expensive, cutting-edge digital watch. The one with the alarm beeper and the date as well as the hours, minutes and seconds. The one with the space-age liquid crystal numbers. The big chunky one with the buttons on the side that you had to press to see the time.... Using your other hand, obviously.

The above reminds me of my Father in Law (RIP James
Guess what they gave him when he retired from Plumbing due to illness (Heart)?
Yep, he got a freaking nice bowl of Fruit with a single Can of Beer in it.
I kid you not.



At the time I was ~ 25 & did not know until much later in life (even though I had been going out with his Daughter for quite a few years).
It still makes my blood boil.................had I know then, I would have jammed that Can so far up the owner's Ass his eyes would have popped!
The world is full of good people but it is also full of people who cannot think, don't want to think or just don't give a flying 7uck about anyone other than themselves.
Rant over.....................................
