Every cloud . . . . .

Gordon Brown’s deliberate and reckless public spending spree in the months before he and his party were crushed, was a bit like blowing the oil wells just before disappearing into the sunset.  

As we all now know to our cost, the Blair/Brown project cynically engineered a bloated public sector workforce, hoping to nurture future generations of voters. A win win situation because when, inevitably, it all came to an end, the Brown & Balls version of Saddam Husseins’ final days in power had guaranteed there would be a backlash - a veritable shit storm when the incoming party set about attempting to address the grotesque imbalance between the public and private sector.

It’s worth remembering, as we stare down the barrel of mass industrial action, not a single trade union leader voiced an opinion never mind a concern as Gordon & co. pissed our finances up the wall. But now it’s a different story and bankrupt Britain was all someone else’s fault – in the world of the TUC.

Still, with supreme irony and much hilarity, it’s good to know that the demise of the lefts favourite rag would appear to be one legacy of Labours car crash economy.

Revenues have plummeted and in particular, recruitment advertising. Public sector job advertising, the Guardianistas’ golden goose, has fallen by £41m in the last four years as Government departments have slashed spending on advertising. 

All of a sudden they have realised they don't need . . . . . . .

Community Project Leader / Healthy Eating Initiative / Horticulture

£25,639 per annum

Research Officer – Happiness and Wellbeing

£31,998 - £38,737

Social Worker - Talent Pool

£30,345 - £37,851

The Guardianista just like the party it supports is haemorrhaging cash, as well as readers, at an alarming rate and employees have been warned it will hit the wall in 3 -5 years unless radical changes are made i.e. redundancies on top of the significant numbers already cut, but which have failed to put a dent in £33m losses per year.

Now surely what would follow more job losses would be sustained and lengthy mass strike action by Guardianista NUJ members.

Something to smile about when your kids are not being taught, your buses, trains and planes are not moving and every other major pain in the arse inconvenience which is about to be forced upon you in the months ahead - Polly Toynbee freezing her tits off on a picket line.

Better get a bucket

Several days ago when Bob Crow sat down with his communist colleagues in the RMT to discuss when they might next like to call their members out on strike - the second item on the agenda would have read; 

2. Which group of hard pressed citizens would we most like to gratuitously and
cynically kick in the bollocks ? (apart from, as always, the London commuters)

Motion passed comrades - to a raucous show of support - "let's shaft those scumbag middle/upper class, Tory voting, champagne quaffing, strawberry munching, Wimbledon tennis toffs. 

And after deciding to strike throughout the second week of Wimbledon, Crow & co. announced the venue for the union leaders 50th birthday party - Scotts of Mayfair where seemingly this week Crow and three others enjoyed a £650 lunch including beer aperitifs served in crystal glasses, Morgassi Superiore 2009 Piedmont with their meals before finishing with a round of whisky. 

Not sure about the waaaafer thin mints

    

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse . . . .

FIFA Code of Ethics

ethics plural noun[moral principles that govern a person's or group's behavior] 

Sleep well Alex ?

Over the moon ! ! ! !

If only a fraction of the time, money and effort spent protecting this woman’s backside had actually been invested by her in implementing basic child protection procedures in Haringay – there is every possible reason to believe that Peter Connelly would today be a healthy 5 year old boy with a long life ahead of him having been permenantly removed from the custody of his sadistic mother and boyfriend, by a properly fuctioning social services department.

To her utter shame, such thoughts were a million miles away from Sharon Shoesmith as she stood on the steps of the High Court yesterday "thrilled and over the moon" that a Judge had decreed that the then Children's Minister Ed Balls had been wrong to relieve her of her £130,000 post. 

Frankly no one gives a pig’s burp that she’s now got a lot to say about Ed Balls. The fact that she has had precisely nothing to say about her corporate complicity in the systematic torture and murder of Peter Connelly is what really gets up peoples noses, makes them point at her in the street. 

I say she has had nothing to say – until now. Almost able to smell that large pile of taxpayer’s compensation cash - she now feels able to express sorrow about Peter Connelly's death on her watch, sorrow that will allegedly stay with her for the rest of her life - apparently. 

You would desperately, desperately hope so.

Visca el Barça !

Parts of Manchester earlier today resembled Berlin circa. 1940. The worlds' media had gathered at the Manchester Utd facility of physical excellence in Carrington ahead of the Champions League Final in London on Saturday. Obergruppenfuhrer Ferguson was available for limited questions. 

Instructions had to be obeyed - strictly no questions relating to anything other than the Champions League Final. What could they possibly mean? Their plan was  being meticulously executed - until one journalist had the fatal temerity to ask how important Ryan Giggs would be to the team on Saturday given that he is the most experienced Champions League player in the clubs' history.

To the sound of automatic weapons being readied, Ferguson leaned over to his Propaganda Officer Fräulein Shotbolt (that's her real name - honestly) and menacingly demanded to know the identity of the schweinehund before ordering that he be banned from the next press conference on Friday. That is of course, if he survives.

Because whilst all this was going on, down the road in affluent Worsley, press photographers gathered outside the mansion belonging to Ryan Giggs were being attacked, intimidated and their vehicles trashed by masked men. These would no doubt be the same moronic men in black who gathered outside the Rooney mansion last year to persuade that player he might want to reconsider his ill advised transfer request.

Still, as the fans sing, ad nauseum, in the red half of the city - "we're Man Utd and we do what we want". They most certainly do - from the top right down to the pond life at the bottom.

So much for the free press

Hasn't Pauline suffered enough ?

The ITV Saturday night TV scheduling meeting must have been a corker this week. 

Hmmmmmmm . . . . . . . . . how to tempt viewers away from the Eurovision 'Song' Contest ? 

Got it - an hours worth of a sycophantic little shit crawling up the arse interviewing a functionally illiterate former Deputy PM famous for shagging his secretary, punching the crap out of a member of the public, and being a failed binge eater bulimic.

You lucky people

Et les votes pour Le Royaume-Uni  . . . . Nul points, merci beaucoup et bonne nuit

Warning - graphic image

What, too soon ?

Disgrace

Lord Treisman accuses FIFA Vice President Jack Warner, no stranger to the stench of dirty cash, of demanding £2.5 million in exchange for casting his vote in favour of the doomed England 2018 World Cup bid. It's not as bad as it sounds though, he was going to build a school in Trinidad with the cash once it had been chanelled through his grubby hands - and he planned to have his own offices built in the school as well.

Presumably FIFA's corruption academy has had to seek alternative accommodation

Other selected FIFA delegates were allegedly prepared to vote for us as well - at a price. The man from Paraguay insisted on a knighthood, Brazil's representative was open to any offers and Thailand's finest would do it provided he could pocket the TV cash generated by a conveniently arranged friendly game against England in Bangkok.

Sepp Blatter has promised to investigate . . . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz