Photo: That’s me on the left waiting outside the Old Government Printing Office with some unknown poor shitboys.
I walked through the Main Front Door and was warmly welcomed by the Senior management gathered in the Foyer.
These lowly lads were let in through the side latrines and there was a terrible rumour that the boys were subjected to evil acts of humiliation by the old English compositors.
Pictured: The Riley Family Coat of Arms (drenched in Blood), bestowed upon the Riley Family by William the Conqueror, a Norman, in recognition of the family’s assistance in the slaughter and subjugation of many poor and defenceless English folk.
By the end of the day I was known as Lord Riley or “The Toff” and I have carried those names with distinction since that day.
It has allowed me to commit many acts of bastardry upon my fellowmen over my exciting and colourful life.
Unfortunately, age is catching up with me and it has meant that I have had to become a “Tightarse” just to survive.