Dear all,
I'm sorry it had to be like this, but its time to bid adieu. You know I love each and every one of you. Like I would my hamster. You are a bunch of beautiful bohemian heroes. But I want more. One slice is never enough.
So its time for me to leave. To move on. To cut the chord one might say. Will I ever forget you? Yes, but probably not for 2 or 3 weeks.
I'll have to finish now. I'm starting to cry. And I know the IT department will dock my last pay cheque if I short out the keyboard with my tears.
So parting is such sweet sorrow. The quiet 12 pints I'll be having tonight will ease my pain....
Til next our paths cross and I mow one of you down....
Regards all,
Roger Ring.