Lord Mayor does a week-long "meet the employees" tour of duty.
His entourage (retinue? team?) finally bring him to a little old man sitting in the public toilets in the park (not Yorgos, it's the attendant). Apparently he's always been there.
Lord Mayor, hearing this, asks th wizened little fellow how long it has been since he had a holiday.
"Forty-two years, and never had a noliday once, gov."
Shocked, the Lord Mayor decides he has to put that right at once and urges his menial to depart on vacation whenever he so wished.
Returning to the same spot at the end of the week, fully expecting a locum to have been installed, the Chief Luminary is astounded to see the little old geezer still stuck on his stool, reading the newspaper, but this time with a pair of trunks and a pair of sunglasses on.
"What are you still doing here?!?!" asks the Mayor, aghast.
"Well, yer onner," says the attendant, "you told me to take a holiday at me own convenience. So here I am, gov."
