The union is my shepherd; I shall not work,
It maketh me to lie down on the job,
It lead me beside the still factories,
It restoreth my insurance benefit,
Yea though I walk through the shadow of decreased productivity
will feel no recriminations, for the union is with me.
Its restrictive practices , and shop stewards, comfort me ,
It prepareth a works committee for me in the presence of my employers .
It anointeth my hands with pay rises, my bank balance runneth over,
Surely hire-purchase payments and union dues shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in a council house for ever.

Richard I may have to stand up in church at Freds funeral this is one of Freds poems he left me wonder if the vicar will mind if I read it. I better warn the vicar to grip on tight to his bible . He already knows me well last summer there was a punch up in the high street as they where thrown out of the cafe an hispanic and a local both stoned. A lad I know was walking past we stood talking and we put odds on who would win but the police came. The vicar was going past and shot in my place , " arnt you going to go out and stop it vicar" , " no I hate violence ", " dont worry the good Lord will protect you". The big lad who I was talking to gulped and said "John I'm off" .
The vicar then asks me what can he polish his gold church plates with he was going to use Duraglit. I told him no way you will ruin them . I have a special wax you CAN HAVE A LOAN OF AND I WANT IT BACK . He looked at me and saw I was not funning it was costly . If you dont return it "I will pinch the money out of your church plates on Sunday " with a smile " he said " I know you will" . I gave him the wax and a young lad returned it that day. The catholic priest comes in also and he asked me for discount he came from Hendon in Sunderland ( says it all ) no he did not get any ,I now call him father TED.


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