HA HA YES, WAKEY WAKEY. WHO IS AWAKE AND WHO ISN'T. IT APPEARS THAT THERE ARE SOME PARTICANTS TO THESE PAGES WHO ARE ALWAYS AWAKE. NO WONDER THE NHS REVOLVES COLDLY AND SPORADICALLY AROUND RENOWNED PRONUNCIATIONS OF ROUND, ROUND, GET AROUND. IN FACT SOME PEOPLE ARE VERY ROUND BECAUSE THEY DONT GET AROUND TO GETTING AROUND OR A ROUND. I ALWAYS GET A ROUND WHEN I GET AROUND TO GETTING A ROUND. WELL I HOPE YOU ARE ALL WELL. THE JEWEL IN THE CROWN IS WHAT WE ARE. WELL WE ARE NOT JEWELS, BUT MERELY CRYSTALS IN A LARGE CRYSTALISED CLUSTER OF CRYSTALS. THE TRUE JEWELS OF THE NHS ARE YES! NO, NOT YOU OR ME, BUT THE JEWELS OF THE CRYSTALS. WE ARE NOT ALONE IN OUR UN-DECADENT SPORADIC WORKINGS OF HOT AND HUMID ENVIRONMENTS AND OF ENVIRONMENTS WHERE ONE OR OTHE, OR ALL, OR YOU, OR, ME AND YOU CAN CO EXIST. I WILL NOT EXIST WITHOUT HELP. AND IT IS YOU, YES ALL OF YOU, MY FELLOW TECHS WHO GET ME THROUGH. THE LONG, THE WINDING, THE ROADS OF LIFE ARE MERELY DIVERSIONS FROM THE TRUE ROAD OF FAITH IN ONES FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS. IF I WERE TO PICK MANY OR ONE ONLY, IT WOULD BE A BIOMED TECH, NO MATTER WHAT THE ENVIRONMENT. SO, i SAY. LET US NOT QUIBBLE OVER ONES MERE EIGHT HOUR OR SO DUTY ROOM, BUT HERALD THE FRIENDSHIP OF ONES TRUE FRIENDS AND ALL. I MUST GO, FOR THE SWEET TEARS ARE RUNNING ON MY COLOURFUL LIP GLOSS.
REGARDS,
EDGAR.
