A farcical day at the races

By Declan Colley ALTHOUGH twenty-eight pounds is not a lot of money for a day’s work, it’s decent enough if the extent of your labour is to raise an arm.

Ken Evans went to work ten years agothis Saturday without any expectation that he would be asked to perform this arduous task even once.

Had he known that it was to be asked of him twice, he should certainly have negotiated himself a better pay deal.