It's simple

I like a moan, in fact I like it a lot. It keeps me happy. But sometimes it does my head in. Especially those who's life is a constant moan. And they want tgo tell you about it all the time. It's the cornerstone of their conversation. i'm a moaning knobber, but these people have PHDs in Moaning. Doctor Fuckwits, all of them. 


Later Mugs GJ

Gout. Why?

3 weeks and no gout and then today I wake up and can't walk. Well I can but I'm hobbling. Which of course means I look like a knob. Or a lead swinger. Maybe I need a plaster cast to get any sympathy. Either way the grumpometer is now at 7 on the scale of 10. 


Aaah, the grumpometer I hear you ask. This is a new high tech method of measuring grumpiness. Ratings of 1-3 are mere tetchiness. 4-6 is sarcastic mumbling, 7-9 is wishing the world would just fuck the fuck off and moody silence. 10 then brings in the Angerometer scale where ranting, shouting and violence to inanimate objects kicks in. This scale is exponential and therefore has decimal points from 0.1 to 10. I have never reached 20 but all I'm saying is that probably involves custodial sentences and psychiatric treatment in Europe. Maybe in the US it might mean 20 years in a small apartment on Death Row. 


But for now, the gout means its just a miserable day of pain.  Good job we still have the light and it's not raining....oh hang on....


Later Mugs, GJ

OK, so I had just about worn out the role at work, basically buggering about with Smart phones and the like. So I thought to myself....'If I know things are getting a bit thin work wise, then how long before the decision makers and beancounters know that?.

I've done nearly 17 years there but Plan A is to remain there until I'm 60 (yes, just 10 fucking short years away) ...well 10 and a bit...and then if The Company, and more importantly The Government allow me I'd rather like to retire. I do seem to be stuck in the generation that will never be allowed to retire (another subject for another day) or for whom retirement will be seen as a scourge as loads of saddo's continue to work past 65/67/69 (..pick an age..any age) and society makes it a norm to work until you die rather than enjoy a few years of lay ins and golf or whatever.

(Thats enough ranting...Ed)

So, when SirYesSir sent out the email saying that a colleague was moving on, I decided to grab the bull by the horns. I asked him into a vacant office and for the first time in my life I said 'Gissa job'...well more or less... 'more like 'Gissdat job'.

And he looked at me with snipers eyes, deep into the soul, smiled and said OK.

Now, call me old fashioned but this was very daring for me, someone from a generation where if you wanted a job you waited for it to be advertised then applied for it. Very quaint and honourable. Today's 'go getter' attitude is very different. Push, cajole, annoy, ask, demand is the new way. I expected of course to have a month to transition into the role, to hand off my old stuff and to gently bed in to the new. I asked on the 23rd December.........

......and I started on the 4th January. Lumped straight into meetings with humourless German directors, vacuous wannabees, Anne Widdecombe-like spinsters, puppy dog careerists and utter arseholes. There has to be someone nice coming along.

Feet and floor barely know each other. Arse barely made contact with any seat for more than 15 minutes.

I asked............and I certainly got.

Later GJ

OK, the re-launch has been slow, but it will happen, honest!

Cuts deep

Brief and to the point, so everyone will feel the affect of the cuts....cuts caused in part by the banking crisis and subsequent recession, and by an incompetent City-arse licking government led by Gordon Brown who's fiscal policies had already decimated pensions.

However, International Aid remains set at £7.7bn raising to £11.5bn. Just explain to me why we're prepared to give away money to corrupt governments, such as Pakistan, which is also harbouring people sworn to terrorise the people of this country, or India...which can afford a Space program whilst cutting back vital public services?

And there's me thinking charity starts at home.

Still, a Tory government in every way, despite what the now discredited Lib Dems might say, always comes along and dismantles the very structure and fabric of society whilst favouring the rich. It's their way.

The BBC, the NHS, the armed services...what next ....the Open University?

Later, GJ

Oooh, that felt good.

Good to tap on the keys.....

Good to feel the cognitive gears whirring again........

So, here's the score. If you know me then cool, but keep my identity quiet else I'll pick up my ball and go somewhere else to play. I will say what I like about who I like but no names will ever be mentioned, just my own childish pseudonyms for people.

So, lets finish the prep work and get some work done

Later, GJ

Well well well

You can't keep a good man down. Or in my case a bad one. Ok, maybe just a slightly average, short-ish, plumpish, ageing rocker like me. I toyed with a new blog, with anonymity running through it. A place to comment on the general shite-ness of life, things that don't work, people that don't work, the battles of an ageing man in a society that doesn't care, in a house full of women.

Perhaps I could just called the blog 'Marginalised'

Anyway, pip pip, back soon, watch this space, see you anon and any number of other hackneyed geezer cliches.

Later, GJ