Tea boys wanted.

How is it today that people from the EU and elsewhere can come to this country and find employment when there are thousands of British citizens who are unable to find a job.

The official answer is that those finding work are willing to accept lower ranked jobs, and jobs where they have to work for their money.

Native job seekers – usually fresh out of University with some sort of a degree are expecting to walk into jobs in middle management or the equivalent  when all the experience they have to offer prospective employers is ten years or so at school and another two or three at University, often bringing with them poor knowledge of the basic 3-Rs.

There are, however, loads of opportunities for those who are willing to start a few pegs lower down.

In a nearby town one of the busiest work sites you can find is a car wash operated by half-a-dozen Polish lads.  OK, so car washing is not a job one would boast about, and that is why the site stood empty for so long.  But these lads decided that  even being “only car-washers“ would earn them a living. They gave it a go, set a competitive rate and now they must be making a small fortune.  When open the site is rarely without five or six cars in process of being hand-washed at a fiver a time. And they keep on going from early morning until late evening.  They work for every penny they earn and they deserve every penny they get.

By contrast, a twenty-two year old British lad who has never worked one day since leaving school popped in a month or so ago to do some job hunting.  Apparently he has sent a CV to a number of Agencies listing his educational qualifications (which are not many), and was now waiting with heaven-alone-knows-how-many other unemployed persons for someone to “head-hunt” him, that is, invite him to come and work for them.  He popped in to access his e-mail box to see if any such invitations had arrived.  Of course, they hadn’t so he turned off the computer and went back home to waste the day watching the television, and bored out of his mind.

Feeling sorry for him I searched my mind for things which he could do and prepared a printed postcard for him for his next visit with the following.

Grass cutting, hedge trimming, garden
maintenance, cleaning, dog walking,
car washing and polishing, housework,
painting,  decorating etc, etc . . . .
Any kind of honest work
will be welcomed.

I am honest, have good references, am a
steady and reliable worker.

The next time he called I showed him the postcard and was pleased by what I saw as a positive response. I gave him six copies and said that if he put them up in the local supermarkets I would pay for the same to appear in the classified column of the local newspaper.

I am still waiting for him to display the postcards as he said he would.

By contrast again, I watched a broadcast of The Dragon’s Den a week or so ago when two lads walked in dressed, I thought scruffily, in tee-shirts and jeans.  They were looking to sell a 10% interest in their business for £50,000.  Before they left they had done a deal.  Their business – delivering leaflets! They were already making an excellent living from it and wanted to expand – further into this country and then into Europe.  You can’t get much more basic than delivering leaflets, but with their interest and energy it had become for them a profitable business.

If I today had left Uni with a degree that is not getting me a job, I would  set my sights lower.  I would be willing to start as a “tea-boy” and work my way up from there until I became the Managing Director of the company.  It used to be the recognised way to progress through a Company,  gaining Invaluable Company experience as you went along. That is the way I indeed progressed in my working life – but not quite to Managing Director. Much more satisfying than being just one of the faceless multitude without a job or the hope of getting one.

More importantly, instead of waiting for the job to come to me – I would be out looking for the job!

Migrants are having big families to claim benefits, says Asian

Baroness Flather accused the Pakistani and Bangladeshi communities of failing to adopt the values of British society and said they should have their benefits slashed

Well, of course they do.  That is why they came to this country in the first place.

In days gone by British parents had to limit the size of their families so as not to outstrip their income.  If they could only afford to support two children they did their very best to have just that many.  And there was no free birth control then. Contraceptive pills hadn’t been invented.  “Accidents” happened and unplanned babies were born (there was no abortion on demand then either, thank God!).  So the family buckled down and had to manage.  Dad tried to get a better job (yes, children had dads who lived with them in those days!) and the family got along – poor but together and as a family.

I was still a child when the Family Allowance was first introduced.  I can remember my parents’ absolute delight – “five-bob a week” from the Government.  What a bonus that was.  But my dad had still to work hard and long to support his family seizing all the overtime he could and riding his bike to work through all weathers.

Unemployment wasn’t then the socially accepted thing that it is today. If you lost your job you had to go and find another one quickly for the sake of your family.  It was impossible for a family to manage on the pittance then paid to the unemployed.  There was a motive for that – if your children were going short because you hadn’t a job then personal pride motivated you to find another job quickly.

Slowly, over the years the scale of benefits were increased so that they would support a father whilst he sought his next job. They did not exploit the system. Fathers had a pride then in their role – it was considered shameful not to be employed – not to be supporting your family.

Soon it became more widely known – in the Colonies first -  that, in Britain, if you didn’t work the Government paid you money.  Soon this became corrupted to “If you don’t work the government pays you money to stay at home”  – and El Dorado had arrived for the masses of immigrants who had no such luxury in their own country.  They, of course, fared even better when they arrived, for they received a rent-free house and money to furnish it and other special immigrant-related benefits – whilst the tax-paying residents of this country who supported their lifestyle had to delay marriage and wait for years on council housing lists for the opportunity for a house of their own. And for immigrants El Dorado just got better and better.  The more children they had the more benefits they received – and all still without being required to work or contribute anything to the country supporting them.  They didn’t even have to learn the language! They were encouraged to live together in their own community groups and open their own speciality shops and retain their national dress so that they didn’t have to submit to the indignity of speaking English or adopting British ways.

The native population of this country has been seething about these things for forty years, but are unable to voice their feelings because it is classed as racist or intolerance for which they can be arrested and imprisoned.

So welcome to the club, Baroness Flather.  Do you think that you can do anything about it?

I bet you don’t!

More skullduggery!

Food sell-by dates are to be removed in a bid to cut waste and save shoppers money, ministers have announced.

Oh, yes? Try pulling the other one!

The sell-by date is purely for the supermarket’s convenience and is the way they detect stock which they calculate is stale or past it’s best  which should be removed from the shelf and sold off as quickly as possible. The items are usually marked down in price and placed in a separate section – where they are bought  by pensioners and other poor people not in receipt of benefits or public service salaries.

The obvious beneficiary from this one is the supermarket who can now leave stuff lying on their shelves indefinitely at the full price. The staff who spend part of their day locating and separating out-of-date stock can now be dispensed with saving even more money for the supermarket.

If this is not the intention the supermarket is going to require some other system which will identify stale or past-it’s-best stock to replace the sell-by-date which is being removed – so why bother removing it in the first place?.

Shame on greedy pigs

Trade unions have drawn up plans for a widespread campaign of industrial action over government plans for public sector pensions, the BBC has learned.

Mark Littlewood from the right-leaning Institute for Economic Affairs, said public sector workers were not “the oppressed poor” and also enjoyed “unbelievable job security, more generous annual holidays”.

“Your average worker in the public sector earns 4k more a year in their salary, if you start building in their pensions about £7,000 a year more.

“Overall, average to average, [they are] 35%, maybe 40% richer than the average private sector worker,” Mr Littlewood said.

So why are they threatening to disrupt every private sector worker’s honest days work for an honest day’s pay?

Every decent, honest, hardworking private sector worker in the country will be adversely affected by their thoughtless demonstration of greed. Everyone needs to take action now to protest and stop this vile attempt to get even more than they deserve at the private workers expense.  It is sheer greed. The flag illustrated above the article is that of the NUT (the National Union of Teachers) – teachers in a failed education system that has, for years, failed to equip our young people with the learning necessary to become an able private sector worker. Their ‘working’ hours and paid holidays are a joke.  A recently retired teacher boasted to me that it is accepted practice to work until they are in their fifties and then go sick and retire on medical grounds because of the “stress” of the “part-time job” they do.  Because this early retirement is on medical grounds they receive their full pension at once, and then, suddenly fit again,  find employment as a private sector worker until they reach the private sector workers retirement age for which they receive an additional pension – or earlier should they choose because they find that they can manage nicely on the double pension they have already fiddled so far thank you. This is apparently how this person had “worked their ticket” at public expense.

The threatened strike adversely affects every decent hard-working citizen in the country and worsens NUT members already abysmal record in fitting our nation’s children to go out and earn their living by depriving our children of even more days at school.  They couldn’t care less about the disruption and misery they will cause to you.  So give them the boot – make your displeasure known in very way you can think of.  Stop the greedy pigs now.

By e-mail, letter, the spoken word, outside school demonstrations – whatever means you prefer – let the greedy public workers know how much you revile what they are, in their greed, planning.  Let them know how you feel. If they have any respect at all for the ordinary people who provide their over-generous salaries and pensions they will reconsider what they are planning.

The need for Britishness

During a sojourn in the Midlands some years ago I had a very dear friend named Bob.  Today, in my heart, he is still a dear friend.

Bob is West Indian by origin.  He came over from Jamaica with his wife, settled in England and raised a family.  He also, importantly, became British.  By that I mean that he and his family adopted the values of his adoptive country. The family were consequently loved and accepted by everyone they came into contact with. There was no difference.  They were just the same as everyone else – well, except by their colour for they have dark brown skins.  But when someone behaves and believes as you do you find no difficulty in identifying with them, and a difference in skin colour becomes insignificant and unnoticed.

For me Bob is a pattern for what should be happening in this country today. It is so important for members of a family to be agreed on a commonly accepted pattern and standard of life for the family.  This makes for a harmonious relationship between family members and preserves and safeguards family unity.  A child adopted into such a family is raised to respect and observe the accepted family pattern.

I have once or twice watched a programme entitled “The world’s strictest parents” in which two unsociable and unruly teenagers are temporarily placed with a family who live by a mutually agreed  pattern of family behaviour.  The result is always friction and confrontation until the unruly guests eventually choose to accept and conform to the family standards when predictably tensions cease and are replaced by a sharing of love instead of hate.

Our British nation is our larger family.  On these shores exists a British way of life which our larger British family have created and shared and loved and respected for many years. Today we have an influx of people from other nations with ways of life which are often indifferent or contrary to our British values. I believe that it is wrong for them to be encouraged and helped to maintain these different values as they settle among us. Conflicting values create tensions and resentment.

Immigrants should instead, like my friend Bob, choose to come to these shores because they wish to to adopt the British way of life and British values.  I believe their demonstrated willingness to do this should be the keystone by which their applications for permanent residence in this country is judged. Those not prepared to adopt a traditional British way of life should not be permanently admitted.

The right to believe

Some weeks I expressed my prevailing thoughts and feelings of disillusionment at the state our country is in, and contrasted this to my former heartfelt pride in being British. (23/5/2011 on www.talbotfamilyblog.org.uk)

Last evening I listened to “The Last Night of the Proms” and found it a time of refreshment and joy for my national pride  – a robust expression of Britishness delivered in immaculate form.

Last night I fell asleep with “Rule Britannia” and “Land of hope and glory”  and “And did those feet in ancient times” reverberating in my head. And when I awoke this morning they were still there.

As I lay quietly this morning the words of “And did those feet in ancient times” caused my thoughts to wander.  The feet referred to are the feet of Jesus, who Christian tradition says visited these shores in the company of his uncle, Joseph of Arimathea. Tradition goes on to say that the Christmas Rose at Glastonbury was actually planted by Jesus.

Now you may believe this or you may not, but it occurred to me that for those who choose to believe it  Jesus actually came to these shores with his uncle and planted the Christmas rose. Their lives are then made richer by their belief. They can mentally visualise the events and find joy in them. That privilege of believing what they choose is their inalienable personal right. It is their own personal thing contained within their imagination. It is also their inalienable right to share their belief, whether by word or illustration or song.  It only becomes wrong if they seek to IMPOSE their belief on others.

In the past there have been instances of “And did those feet in ancient times” being banned by the political correctness brigade on the basis that the sentiments are not shared by everyone – and it might therefore offend some.  The same with the traditional celebration of Christmas and so on. And there are untold instances of the same thing which are not connected with Christian belief. And that suppression is, in fact, the imposing of the personal UNBELIEF of others on those who choose to believe. And that is as wrong as a believer seeking to impose their belief on others.

Last night was free of political correctness stupidity. Thousands and thousands of British voices – and many non-British too – exalted in an expression of British pride. They were expressing what was in their hearts – their belief – their pride in Britishness  and what Britons believe. It is our privilege and our right.

It did me good!

Just imagine

This Blog is a place where I can freely express my frustrations about the, to me, socially unacceptable and illogical things which invade our minds every day via the Media. It replaces my former practice of bending the ears of my friends, and watching their eyes glaze over with ‘oh, there he goes again!’ blankness.

I am also learning how to handle my displeasure at the things  which frustrate.  My real inclination is sometimes to go down to Parliament and finish off what Guy Fawkes intended, but I know that I will never do that. In fact the injustices are so rife and ‘ugetatable’ that I will never be able to do anything to solve them. So I have built a secret retreat from which I can change things – in my mind.  It is called “Imagination” and there I can mentally create every solution and change every situation so that it no longer offends.  I in fact make my imagining my own personal reality as far as the offence is concerned.  It is a bit of auto-hypnosis,if you like – and for me it works.

I’ll try to explain the process as we go along – share my imaginings with you – not necessarily to persuade you to do the same, but to help me to record and quantify what I do.

Well, that is the intention anyway.

So tag along if you wish and share the fun.  You may find it helps you too.

YOU COULDN’T MAKE IT UP

Sex Offender “Beast of Sligo” sentenced to 238 years.

McColgan was jailed for a record 238 years for repeatedly raping and beating his own children.

He is now free after serving 9  of the 238 years.

My problem with this report is understanding what the judge’s actually intention was when he sentenced the man.  He, hopefully, didn’t expect the man to live the full 238 years in order to serve his sentence.  So he possibly was saying, “You will stay in prison until you die, or until you have served 238 years, whichever comes first”.  If that is what he meant why didn’t he say so?

If, on the other hand, he meant  “You will stay in prison as long as those who have received a normal life sentence, that is, you will be released after you have served nine years”, why did he not say that? And why call it a life sentence if it isn’t.?

As it stands, without an explanation, the whole thing is a farce.

WRONG AGAIN!

From today’s newspapers: DPP says looters should be treated as ordinary criminals

They got it wrong again. Well, this is the UK!

The right way would be for ordinary criminals to be treated the same as the looters – and to receive appropriate punishment for their crimes as the looters are doing.