Burton Dasset: Oh woe, how full is my inbox.
All: How many are the emails that are ranged about me.
Burton: How did so much emailage appear?
All: Mine enemies (ie the people I work with) must have worked through the night watches, sending me urgent requests, even on the device that is called a BlackBerry from New Year parties.
Burton: But I promised myself I'd take Christmas off properly.
All: A little sleep.
Burton: A little folding of the hands.
All: A little raising of the glass.
Burton: But now how much drudgery lays before me.
All: How close do the deadlines loom.
Burton: For before Christmas when something had to be done by mid-January surely I said in my heart - that's miles away. I can do that in the New Year.
All: But the Festive Season has gone, the tinsel is down, and we are not yet safe.
Burton: For behold, mid-January prowleth like unto a lion.
All: And even February is now like an wolf that lurketh, even in the groves of Gilead.
Burton: And the accounting period must now be closed.
All: Like unto the house of the judge that listeneth not, except unto importunate widows.
Burton: And so shall I labour long on the ledgers.
All: And it shall be as a dreadful reckoning.
Burton: I shall be like unto those that watch for morning.
All: I shall not cease, my adding machine by my side and Excel before my eyes.
Burton: Until I have balanced the last book.
All: And in this I have hope.
Burton: For late night ledgers last only for a fortnight.
All: And Starbucks cometh in the morning.