We here, at IPR, YFITA, would like to thank all those who have willingly or unwittingly helped, assisted, or refused to stop us during the past year.

Your support has been unerringly appreciated by all except Eric in the mail room, who is lying down with a damp towel.

In the upcoming and approachingly anticipated year, we would like to assure you that all efforts will be made to make the current quality of service but a mere memory and any and all bitterness that have been engendered within the laundry, lunchroom and char staff will be hopefully and quickly ameliorated to all's certain satisfaction, as soon as we can get the guild steward out of the lady's room ducting.

We would like to thank the Upper and Lower Management for their concern and abilities with regard to our requests for higher quality repair parts and bits and tape for the decrepit equipment that we dutifully prop along on an hourly basis for a mere pittance that we begrudge no one but ourselves...

If We'd Only Done Better On Our O Levels, Instead Of Perusing Beano Assiduously, as one Middling Manager put it while in his cups during his afternoon tea nap one dear afternoon.

Lucky Binky had his pocket recorder!

In any case, we should like to say Hello to our famblies and friends and assure our wives that we will not be drinking anything that wasn't provided by the management tonight, whether they are aware of it's origins or whereabouts, or not, and we will be home soon, probably by taxi.

Good day to you all,

and don't forget we're here,
'cause we don't forget you're there!

This has been Byron Staines and now I'm signing off!