Love, love me do

Posted: May 6, 2014 in Uncategorized

The trouble with times of economic stress is that the government tends to demand for less and expects those who work under the regime to come up with the goods.

 

In these straightened times it is easy for the government to produce more, there is no limit on the amount of hot air they can expend. As a generalisation Politicians love the sound of their own voice and love to be seen making tough statements.

 

The reality, for my colleagues and I is that we are paid less, there are less of us, we are expected to do more, quicker, while battling with a new computer system which is over complex.

 

Now, I watch Inspector Frost, New Tricks, Waking the Dead etc. There never seems to be a shortage of people to run off at a moments notice to combat crime. Usually led by a superintendent or some other high faluting person.

 

The cold hard reality, the struggle to find enough people to visit victims, the lack of bodies to attend crime scene’s, failure to meet targets for attending the most urgent jobs in the time set for response. Cars hardly worth the name. Lack of proactive patrolling (intended to improve response times), constant nagging from the big chunks who merely attend meetings about our lack of use of the new computer systems. The list is endless.

 

At the same time, I have been told I am not entitled to express an opinion, my workplace will not let me look at WordPress during my lunch as it is, presumably, too subversive.

 

One of the attractions of this job for mew was the ability to help decent ordinary human beings in times of trouble. This ability has been whittled down almost to the point of non existence. My relatives, like many others, fought in wars to prevent, allegedly, extremists taking control. To prevent people like the Gestapo, the Stasi, the KGB and so forth controlling the thoughts of those who live within their sphere of influence. How successful were they?

 

It would appear that George Orwell was a few years out, but we appear to be heading toward an era of Thought Police (should I transfer?) and the Ministry of Love. As an aside, I placed a sign above my desk which identified my office as the Ministry of Love. I was told to remove it. Presumably it was too close to the mark for those above me.

The New Sty

Posted: May 6, 2014 in Uncategorized
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WTF, I have just spent time writing a new post about my new home and nothing appeared. I thought I had got the hang of this but ….

Anyway long story short. We moved to Eastbourne on 12th Feb. Pouring rain and 100mph winds.

Since February we have near bankrupted ourselves. The surveyor’s report ran to a century of pages, the structural engineers to several dozen. The decision was to be head over heart, but.

Damp work is now done, the structure has been repaired and is unlikely to fall down and the roof has been made good and strengthened.  I will try to post some pics and I apologise for the poor quality of the one inserted.The Sty


Darknesss late receded, fresh breezes on the move,
The slavering beast no longer stirs, the silence grows so soothing

The tide is turned, I hope again and wake with anticipation
A future beckons, joy and pleasure, the one and I together

Dawn breaks, with sounds anew, saline scent surrounding,
A smile, a laugh, sounds forgot burst forth, delight in pastel hue

A paler dark creeps oe’er there, a storm cloud blankets shroud,
Loki turns, a hand is proffered, slyly in the gloom.

The hounds do stir, slaver drools, pools forming now, not fragrent
A howl so shrill, gnashing jowls, puncture sharp the flesh

Tearing, rending, cloaking crepe of midnight shade, in tie length torn,
The days extend, hours stretch until I, to you return

A coven forms of discontent, a sharing of combined troubles,
I’m not alone, isolation fades, a glimmer of light returns.

I dream of grinding bones, of death and of destruction,
My smile returns, long since gone, with hope and distant views.

My demon is at last cast aside, in my mind ground into dust,
I live no more for toil to endure, my days are now more golden.

Aside  —  Posted: April 27, 2014 in Uncategorized


After supper it is my habit to walk, exercise I am told, is good for me. ‘The One’ and I have a special feel for the chalk downland near to where we live. It is a place of magic and mystery, particularly at this time of year.

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The skies are magnificent and the photo’s really do not do justice to the views.

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As we walk the winding paths the sun drops below the horizon that is Woolstonbury.

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I am less angry today than I have been for sometime. I had a glorious couple of days with ‘the one’. Findon Sheep Fair was duly attended a blissful day among the livestock.

However, Dave and his chums do seem to have the knack of keeping me where I apparently belong. The doldrums.

Two brief posts for today, rolled into one. Travelling to work today Classic FM announced that the government was to impose stiffer penalties for benefit cheats. This could, we are reliably informed by auntie BEEB, lead to 10 year jail terms for those who claim without merit. Ummmm, if there is so much cell space in Her Majesty’s hotels, why are burglars, murderers and rapists not locked away for a decent amount of time? Me thinks that this may need to be reviewed in the fullness of time. Or, will they just amend the legislation allowing a maximum term of 10 years then issue sentencing guidelines which will tie the hands of the judiciary and force short sentences, with an automatic third off if they behave, oh and the third is calculated off the half at they are expected to serve. ??????

Yes, sentence to five years serve 2.5 and get a third off that if you are good.

The other thing I have noticed, trawling the BEEB’s website, the chancellor who is in charge of the countries money was happy to pay 73.6p for Lloyds shares. The government are thinking about selling 6% of there shares. The current share price is 77.36p. The chancellor is pleased that this is beyond his break even figure of 61p.

I am no mathematical genius. I do know though that if I pay 73.6p for something and I sell it for 61p I have not broken even. I have received no value from the stock in the way of dividend, the government saw to that, I have received no payment or utility of any kind from owning the shares, so I must be out of pocket 12.6p per share.

Indeed at the time the government paid 73.6p per share, the shares were selling for 61p. So we, the people, paid 12.6p over the odds for shares that the chancellor was happy to lose another 12.6p on when he sold! No wonder the country has gone to the dogs.

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Little Island

Posted: September 6, 2013 in economy, Pussy riot, Putin, Russia, UK

With thanks to the BBC for the headline:

Cameron defends Britain in Russia ‘small island’ row

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-23984730

Poor old Dave, it’s really not his week. First he loses a vote so he can’t make his name as a war monger, a la Joffrey Baratheon who was keen to lead his forces to battle from behind his mothers skirts. Then Mr Obama couldn’t find time in his busy schedule to give his poodle a nice cuddle, that damn vote again. Now, the leader of the Eastern Europe, Champion bear killer, Judo kai, and archaeologist par excellence, Oppressor of the Pussy Riot and Invincible President forever Vlad Putin has said this green and sceptered land, of which Dave believes himself to be leader, is nothing more than a Small Island.

Whilst the comment is not directly attributed to Uncle Vlad, the comment was made by a Russian Official to the press gathered for the G20, including our very own venerable Auntie BEEB. Now, there are three ways of looking at this.

1. Vlad is losing control over his paid officials. (Anyone out there in any doubt the former Mr KGB centrefold owns everything and everyone?)
2. The official was repeating something he’d overheard being said by Vlad or one of his crony fat cats
3. He is following the official party line.

Of course the swashbuckling ‘Super Dave’ could not let this pass uncommented upon. He is the leader of the most important collection of small rocks this side of St Helena. He immediately waded into the fray swining a metaphorical broadsword highlighting the achievements of this sovereign nation. He must have had lots to chose from, but here is his list as reported by our maiden Aunt.

‘We are very proud of everything we do as a small island”
“Let me be clear – Britain may be a small island but I would challenge anyone to find a country with a prouder history, a bigger heart or greater resilience,” he told reporters.
“Britain is an island that has helped to clear the European continent of fascism and was resolute in doing that throughout the Second World War.
“Britain is an island that helped to abolish slavery, that has invented most of the things worth inventing, including every sport currently played around the world, that still today is responsible for art, literature and music that delights the entire world.
“We are very proud of everything we do as a small island – a small island that has the sixth-largest economy, the fourth best-funded military, some of the most effective diplomats, the proudest history, one of the best records for art and literature and contribution to philosophy and world civilisation.”
He added: “For the people who live in Northern Ireland, I should say we are not just an island, we are a collection of islands. I don’t want anyone in Shetland or Orkney to feel left out by this.”

Well, that showed them then, …. Only, Just what achievements has Dave been responsible for?

Abolition of Slavery Act 1833, major achievement Dave, only it didn’t extend to every rock of the former Empire for some years, probably due to financier pressure. Oh and he forgot to mention we were the nation that openly embraced slavery and exploitation of the poor across the four corners of the globe.

Inventing most things worth mentioning, well we pioneered the use of concentration camps, World domination leading to mass death starvation and poverty. The rape and pillage of societies across the world to form the Empire upon which the sun never set. The settlement of disputes by force, rather than diplomacy. The imposition of foreign forms of government upon nations even as they leave the Empire, however grudgingly granted. The invention of the many weapons of war. (A question, would the longbow qualify as a weapon of mass destruction. I believe it would when viewed historically e.g. Agincourt)

Inventing most things worth mentioning including SPORT? Is that the best you can do Dave?

‘a prouder history, a bigger heart or greater resilience’ all built on the back of your average working man while the Posh stock sit back and accumulate the spoils. Not so much achievements as national character.

Proud of World War two? Of course, but also historical.

Not so historical, art, literature and music. All flourish in spite of rather than because of the present government.

‘a small island that has the sixth-largest economy,’ This cannot conceal, to our own citizens at least, that the economy is f****d. Dave and his banker chums may think everything is lovely and rosy but in the mire where the most of us live things don’t look so great.

‘the fourth best-funded military,’ Behind who? Are we really an example to others merely because we can say our Army is better than your Army? What about care for the young and the elderly? Social equality and integration are obviously less important than having lots of citizens armed to the teeth to beat thoise who disagree into submission.

‘some of the most effective diplomats,’ Who? What are their achievements? I see countries taking little, if any notice, of British Diplomats unless they are supporting the policies / requirements of the US. Where we send diplomats to talk to foreign governments on our own behalf they seem to achieve very little.

So, we are a little cluster of rocks onto which we cling precariously. The corporations domestic and foreign strip this land of wealth and resources. The air, land, sea and rivers are polluted by corporate mismanagement and land is built on, covered by tarmac and concrete leading to increased flooding risk. This once proud nation now cannot even recognise good ideas of others. There are issues with power generation. Take a leaf from the German book and have ALL public buildings fitted with solar PV.

Silly me the damn bosch thought of that one so we can’t be seen to adopt that idea. Actually, if you stop and think, the one thing this country of ours is truly great at is making enemies, even of friends.

Dave, wake up and smell the coffee.


Oh dear, there appears to have been a lovers tiff. Mr Obama, Master of the Universe, Magnificent Leader of Earth, Protector / Dictator of the Oil Rich, ignored of the poor and underprivileged, has no time at G20 for Mr Cameron, the lapdog who couldn’t control Parliament.

Apparently Obi one abama has time to speak to his oldest ally, President Hollande. The British PM’s ‘Special Relationship’ depends on Cameron’s ability to deliver what Uncle Sam wants. Failure leads to instant rejection, being ignored on the world stage. Perhaps Diddy David will be sufficiently miffed by the lack of limelight that he might actually start doing what we pay him to do. Work for the benefit of this nation not jumping through hoops at his masters command. Cameron is not alone of course, it seems that every British Government since at least WW2 has bent over and taken whatever Uncle Sam hands out, for very little recompense.

However, Cameron seems to believe that he can, as reported by the BBC, flex Britains ‘diplomatic muscle’. Dear David, just what muscle are you thinking of. It is not the one between your ears that is for sure.

If our Government had any idea of how the population feels it would not be trying to finance a further expensive war, with an army stretched to breaking point with weapons that must be nearly worn out. It appears that thrift is only a desirable attribute in the masses. The giants who have risen to the dizzy heights of power obviously have no need of thrift, or common sense. They can keep pillaging the finances of the poor to fund there increasingly obnoxious lifestyles.