Long-service award. The very phrase sounds quaint and vaguely fusty, like mothballs. It prompts images of forelock-tugging clerks and crusty railwaymen with gold watch chains draped across their barrel chests.
Long-service award. The very phrase sounds quaint and vaguely fusty, like mothballs. It prompts images of forelock-tugging clerks and crusty railwaymen with gold watch chains draped across their barrel chests. So it was with some trepidation, as they say, that I took a break from The Herald scriptorium yesterday for a brief ceremony to mark the 30th anniversary of joining the paper. Anniversaries prompt reflection.
Long-service award. The very phrase sounds quaint and vaguely fusty, like mothballs. It prompts images of forelock-tugging clerks and crusty railwaymen with gold watch chains draped across their barrel chests.