Memories of days in print

EDITOR – There surely can be no denying that when one reads a headline such as ‘Outrage over council leader’s views on prayers’ (Market Rasen Mail, Wednesday, June 6) it will stir a little something in someone’s cooking pot.

Others, like myself, who have been a pagan for well over 45 years, grace these matters with a broad grin while thinking back to those days when I resided in South London and worked in print.

For here we had a workforce of well over a thousand in total, and with Dear Old England being a very much multicultural society this brought about many different religious factions who, throughout just one working day, would trot off, leaving their print machines at a standstill while giving prayer.

Now this may seem all well and good until it gets to the stage where in a 39-hour working week from Monday to Friday – with some taking this as far as claiming that Thursdays cannot be worked, being a ‘Holy Dollar Day’ (pay day) – you have then a grand total of no more than 10 hours being worked in that week and overtime put aside for those on the night shift, classed as the ‘Holy Sleep’.

So, before jumping up and down because of the thoughts of Coun Keimach, remember there’s still the odd one out there who, though they say this and that, are the first ones who sneak off round the back of the bike shed and get down on bended knee to give prayer that the expense chitty they sent in will pay out for that four-week business trip to Disneyland in the USA, and will thus glide through without a single glitch.

Nino Hoblyn