Originally Posted By Jack The Lad
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.

I think Fred, just like Will Shakespeare before him, must have known a few Italians.

Priceless thumbs

Peter

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