Bristow used to have personnel managers who knew who you were and who you could always call in on at the office and have a chat. People like George Pudding or Roy Birmingham who would offer you a cup of tea and a uniform shirt before you left
Burnout - you are so right - whenever I visited the second floor in the late 70's & 80's from the delights of Shetland or Kuala Trengannu or Nigeria I felt like part of a big family. George and "Electric" Roy always had the time to speak to you and ask if there was any way they could be of assistance (even if it was only a couple of new shirts)
Totally unlike the real F.C. whose favourite phrase seems to be "Who are these people?" His last tome including this phrase referred to both Escravos M.P.'s, 3 x TRE/IRE's, 2 x CP's and 2 x Safety Officers who were claiming back pay for an administrative cock up - 8 months on and we still haven't seen the outstanding cash!
Wundahfull!
Trog