Dear Mr [name removed]
Accept this as notice that I expect my fees to be refunded for [name removed] guitar lessons.
Not only am I disappointed in the quality and content of the programme, but also I cannot cope with the political influence which you have directed at her through your blind, inconsiderate action in participating in the November 30th strike.
I shall be conveying my thoughts in no uncertain terms to the Council for whom you work, the Chairman of which I have just spoken to, in the pub.
I wish you well. You will need these good wishes.
Yours
Pengy
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Fuckwit
Here is an extract from Premier Foods in-house magazine.
And here is their share chart for that period, in which this fuckwit was in charge.
Thursday, 17 November 2011
Evan
Right, toads.
I'm not giving too much away, but I spent 15 long years in brainwashing. I KNOW about it. Trust me. Push me as far as you like, I'm saying nothing. But trust me, I know the difference between what makes people believe you and what makes people want to die for you. I can see it in a heartbeat.
I've seen Nigel Farage in action. He isn't saying what he says for effect. He isn't saying it because he wants the job. He's saying it because he knows that what he says is thought by many, many people.
I am one of those people.
Go, Mr Farage. Go go go.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=bdob6QRLRJU
I'm not giving too much away, but I spent 15 long years in brainwashing. I KNOW about it. Trust me. Push me as far as you like, I'm saying nothing. But trust me, I know the difference between what makes people believe you and what makes people want to die for you. I can see it in a heartbeat.
I've seen Nigel Farage in action. He isn't saying what he says for effect. He isn't saying it because he wants the job. He's saying it because he knows that what he says is thought by many, many people.
I am one of those people.
Go, Mr Farage. Go go go.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=bdob6QRLRJU
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Evidence
I am seriously unhappy about the way this project is being bulldozed in, seemingly to protect someone's reputation.
There are no safety features incorporated in it, and even if it is bodged in this afternoon I'm not sure it will be done properly, the safety protocol isn't a five-minute job.
If someone is hurt, or worse, during the night, then I fear that someone will go to jail for criminal negligence.
It won't be me, which is why I'm putting this in an email.
Regards - Pengy
Business
Brilliant business plan. I know you'll like it and want to get involved.
All I ask from you is some money. Doesn't need to be much, maybe a couple of grand a year each.
What do you get for it? Well, for a start, we'll build some pretty neat buildings, on lakes, in cities around the place. We'll need to employ quite a few people and, I suspect, grease a few palms to get it kicked off. That'll give us an air of legitimacy. Then we'll set up a framework, and get things nicely under control.
We'll use the money wisely though; obviously to keep our position in the marketplace we'll need to engineer things so that we look good.
Trust us, when all this has been worked through it will be better for ALL.
Interested?
Send money (cash, please), to
The Chief Accountant
The European Union
Brussels
Europe.
You won't be disappointed.
All I ask from you is some money. Doesn't need to be much, maybe a couple of grand a year each.
What do you get for it? Well, for a start, we'll build some pretty neat buildings, on lakes, in cities around the place. We'll need to employ quite a few people and, I suspect, grease a few palms to get it kicked off. That'll give us an air of legitimacy. Then we'll set up a framework, and get things nicely under control.
We'll use the money wisely though; obviously to keep our position in the marketplace we'll need to engineer things so that we look good.
Trust us, when all this has been worked through it will be better for ALL.
Interested?
Send money (cash, please), to
The Chief Accountant
The European Union
Brussels
Europe.
You won't be disappointed.
Project
I work for a huge organisation.
I work in one of the biggest factories in that huge organisation.
I pointed out to them some years ago that there was something lurking in their system that was going to bite them on the arse one day. I explained what it was, and what needed to be done in order to prevent it from biting them. I costed the solution and it came to £60,000. It was actually £10,000 but I factored in a fair bit of contingency, downtime, meetings and a fortnight on the piss, and expected them to knock it down to £30,000.
They responded accordingly and had meeting after meeting after meeting, whereupon it was decided that they should virtually rebuild the factory.
They assigned contractors by the dozen. Three years, and £2,500,000 later, the arse-biting thing is still there, they have had more downtime than ever, the new system still doesn't work.
People have egg on their faces. Last night they ran the new system all night, for the first time, produced virtually nothing, and today had a meeting where it was declared that "the project ran for 24 hours".
Does that sound scary? It does to me. The "project". Fuck the project. It's a factory. It makes things which we sell to make profits and pay people. But no, all that matters is the "project".
Just like the EU.
I work in one of the biggest factories in that huge organisation.
I pointed out to them some years ago that there was something lurking in their system that was going to bite them on the arse one day. I explained what it was, and what needed to be done in order to prevent it from biting them. I costed the solution and it came to £60,000. It was actually £10,000 but I factored in a fair bit of contingency, downtime, meetings and a fortnight on the piss, and expected them to knock it down to £30,000.
They responded accordingly and had meeting after meeting after meeting, whereupon it was decided that they should virtually rebuild the factory.
They assigned contractors by the dozen. Three years, and £2,500,000 later, the arse-biting thing is still there, they have had more downtime than ever, the new system still doesn't work.
People have egg on their faces. Last night they ran the new system all night, for the first time, produced virtually nothing, and today had a meeting where it was declared that "the project ran for 24 hours".
Does that sound scary? It does to me. The "project". Fuck the project. It's a factory. It makes things which we sell to make profits and pay people. But no, all that matters is the "project".
Just like the EU.
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Dissonance
I heard a thing on the radio this morning, about a transgendered person (I think) who was 60. Very interesting, poor thing. Anyway, the interviewer mentioned cognitive dissonance and, as I like big words, I looked it up.
It is a discomfort caused by holding conflicting ideas simultaneously.
Anyway, I had just bought a can of faux-red-bull, which is 35p, from the local shop. Eric, who runs the shop, is not really very well, he's getting on a bit. His counter is covered in post in brown envelopes. At least one is from The VAT Hounds.
The 35p includes VAT at 20% so Eric has to enter the sale of goods somewhere and HMRC (spits) get 6p. At the end of the month all this has to be added up, and no doubt an accountant is paid handsomely to look at it, and the total amount has to be paid to the governments coffers.
I understand why there needs to be 6p given to the coffers. It's because there are people who, through no fault of their own, need financial support. Disabled people, for instance. I probably can't think of any others. And we probably need some sort of NHS and some sort of roads. So I have that idea in my head.
I have another idea in my head. That idea is that a bunch of lunatics decided that there should be a continent in which a pile of disparate economies should have two presidents and the same currency. Both of these ideas are stupid and I don't let them affect me. But then, as the idea slips quietly into the chasm of stupidity, the Supreme Rulers of this paradigm decide that in one last-ditch attempt at keep their bizarre creation alive with a life-support machine of which Frankenstein would have been proud, they decide to throw 1,450,000,000 of these silly Euros at it. It broke the fall for a couple of days, but it's now on its course to oblivion.
Some poor sod has to sell 24,000,000,000 cans of faux-red-bull for these bastards to do this. That's a whole lot of fun someone could have had instead of filling in a line on a ledger or keying in a stupid number on a computer.
This isn't the way the world should be.
Poor Eric.
Someone's taking the fucking piss, that's all I can say.
It is a discomfort caused by holding conflicting ideas simultaneously.
Anyway, I had just bought a can of faux-red-bull, which is 35p, from the local shop. Eric, who runs the shop, is not really very well, he's getting on a bit. His counter is covered in post in brown envelopes. At least one is from The VAT Hounds.
The 35p includes VAT at 20% so Eric has to enter the sale of goods somewhere and HMRC (spits) get 6p. At the end of the month all this has to be added up, and no doubt an accountant is paid handsomely to look at it, and the total amount has to be paid to the governments coffers.
I understand why there needs to be 6p given to the coffers. It's because there are people who, through no fault of their own, need financial support. Disabled people, for instance. I probably can't think of any others. And we probably need some sort of NHS and some sort of roads. So I have that idea in my head.
I have another idea in my head. That idea is that a bunch of lunatics decided that there should be a continent in which a pile of disparate economies should have two presidents and the same currency. Both of these ideas are stupid and I don't let them affect me. But then, as the idea slips quietly into the chasm of stupidity, the Supreme Rulers of this paradigm decide that in one last-ditch attempt at keep their bizarre creation alive with a life-support machine of which Frankenstein would have been proud, they decide to throw 1,450,000,000 of these silly Euros at it. It broke the fall for a couple of days, but it's now on its course to oblivion.
Some poor sod has to sell 24,000,000,000 cans of faux-red-bull for these bastards to do this. That's a whole lot of fun someone could have had instead of filling in a line on a ledger or keying in a stupid number on a computer.
This isn't the way the world should be.
Poor Eric.
Someone's taking the fucking piss, that's all I can say.
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