Ivor

Ivor is a bastard, he’s been through thick and thin. But everywhere that Ivor’s been disaster follows him. He got a job in Warrington to run a bunch of lads. A groaning mass of humankind with problems unsurpassed. They felt their world was crumbling down, their life was torn apart. (He wondered why they worked for us, the snivelling little farts). He washed them and he dressed them and pampered every need. They replied by moaning more so Ivor then got peed. He said “I’m bloody fed up with the way that you lot play, The only time you’re ever pleased is on your holiday”. Then he brought in measures to change the way it’d been. And sacked the whining so and so’s and had a good spring clean. Now there’s people work in Warrington that are happy through the day. They work hard and laugh a lot ......Ivor likes it best that way! by Ivor