"..this town has no need for a sheriff..."

... to quote Bob Dylan's Tombstone Blues... Yesterday I had the dubious honour of attending an honoury buffet for the individuals who originally restored my place of work in the 1940's onwards. None of these said people now have any active role in my workplace. Some seldom ever did. Many are not even alive. Many of the present representation have no input whatsoever but would seem to want honouring none the less. Do you get my drift... The only benefit of last night was that I was on as staff, therefore I got paid for being there and for locking up after everyone had left. Oh-by the way, the staff never got a mention in the Civic thankyou list speech by the Mayor. Friends, volunteers, Nelson-fucking-Mandela, but not the ones who stay till the dark hours and secure the building... Anyway,... the crux of my night was being given an earful by a certain Secretary,..sorry, Honerable secretary,.. -when he took over the post last year he added the "Honerable", as you do when you've been a telephone engineer for 35 years,that qualifies you! ( I might be the "Honourable" Will Somers from now on! ) Ok , heres the money shot,.. what an absolute fucking arse. Where do these people crawl from to lecture us on education and heritage. How dare they look at us like they've stepped in something. I came home so incensed. We have no "friends". Just backstabbing bastards. Sue me if you dare.