Please accept this my resignation. I have thought
long and hard about everything and burnt the
midnight oil well into the night. What did Bernard
say? 'I've burnt the candle at both ends and still have
the wax on me boots to prove it'.
Who could forget his dynamic pragmatic wit? Even
when the butt of the joke was on me I still smiled
I often sit playing the spoons and reliving those
moments. Like the time he said 'You can tell that
Mr O'Reilly got out of the bed on the wrong side
this morning-he's wearing Mrs Fenton's shoes'
But sometimes in life you meet a man that makes
you see what has always been apparent. A man
that makes you confront the demons within. A
man that makes you look in the mirror and see
what became of the little Irish boy who wanted to
be a Priest or work with sick animals. A man that
can act as the catylist to Christianity.
Bernard Wilson was such a man. If only I hadn't
been so obstinate and just said 'sultana and custard'
But no man is rich enough to buy back his past'
as Oscar Wilde said.
No Brenda I am leaving. I will make my way as an
itinerant washboard and spoon player (selling lucky
heather as a side line). Just me, the runt and the
open road).
Wherever there is an anguished cry of a down
trodden waif, wherever there is the wail of a beaten
child, wherever there is the thin hollow laughter of
a man grown fat on the fraility of others, wherever
a snowflake lands on a teardrop unfallen, I will be
there. And I will be there with the spoons that
George Formby once ate jelly off. And in the name
of Bernard Wilson I will beat spit the tune of the
oppressed. Though it be done through broken
teeth, rotting gums and calloused lips, it will be
done.
PEACE AND LOVE
EAMMON O'REILLY
(EX HOUSING OFFICER)
P.S. Give my 'Hull Kingston Rovers' cup to Fat
Janice on reception. She's always had her eye
on it and there's no tea to be drunk where i'm
going.