An doubtful juncture of due industrial movement this week is giving the republic postponement for thought. Four new set upon threats from workers at British Airways, British Gas, the British Civil Service and the disorder before well known as British Rail have since climb to a materialisation that is already being referred to, feebly, as the Spring of Discontent. (Its similar to the Winter of Discontent, usually warmer and tidier, with daffodils instead of exclude in the streets.) This majority un-British state of affairs is apropos embarrassing.
Consider the brawl in between GMB kinship members and the allegedly "bullying" bosses at British Gas, for instance. It sounds similar to some-more of a scowl than a strike. The kinship has voted for action, whilst the executive of heating services is adhering his fingers in his ears and going "la la la" until the over. "The GMB has still not told us the drift for this dispute, even though we have asked for this report multiform times," he pouted. "We are disappointed..." Perhaps he should send them to their bedrooms to think unequivocally tough about what they have done. Meanwhile, unionised engineers are melancholy to move the house to the knees by refusing to spin up to repair peoples boilers on time, or at all. No consternation nobody seems to be despairing; for majority British Gas customers, the commercial operation as usual.
Its no some-more organized over on the railways, on the alternative hand, where RMT members have in jeopardy to repel their work over the Easter weekend. But everyone knows that Bank Holiday weekends are when the slightest disharmony is caused to passengers sorry, commercial operation when rail services are unexpected and brutally dangling but reason. That is when rail bosses regularly report their "planned engineering work", after all. Next thing we know, the RMT will be apologising to rail users for any intrusion that "may" have been caused. And as for the Unite kinship education the aeroplanes ...well, any one who ever watched The A-Team knows that BA never favourite drifting in the initial place. (Sorry.)
It will be interesting, however, to see how the PCSU set upon pans out. How do polite servants man/woman/person a white picket line, anyway? Mill around Westminster chanting, "What do we want?" "I couldnt presumably comment." "When do we wish it?" "Within a in accord with timeframe to be dynamic by a cross-party operative organisation temperament in mind the cost-benefit research inside of parameters laid out in the 1972 Act (paragraph 47A)"? And the Government isnt assisting to have this feel similar to a huge, us-and-them conflict that all right-thinking people should rivet with, either. During the truck drivers" set upon of 1979, James Callaghan discharged all the violence and went for a float in the Caribbean; in the 2010 Spring of Discontent, by contrast, a small Labour MPs betrothed to stick on the Civil Service pickets on a small Thames cruise. How are we ostensible to collect a side, when one side is warming the Thermos on the alternative sides brazier?
If the British used to be great at striking, we have positively lost the knack for it now. Once it was dickey jackets and moral ire and cheering "Scab!" at your neighbour. Now, the some-more similar to a good small queue, with placards. But one tactic competence animate the slumbering annoy of the restored British public, and the distinguished cabin organisation competence have put their fingers on it. Announcing a new, four-day set upon starting on Saturday, Unite in jeopardy that BAs perspective will repudiate passengers prohibited food or ethanol "for the rest of the month". The Great British traveller? Refused a G&T after take-off? Now that is sufficient to animate anyones mettle. Strike! Strike! Strike!
Sorry Sophie, but your show unequivocally is half-baked
I"m fearful I wouldnt be going at the back of for seconds of The Delicious Miss Dahl the BBCs ultimate grant to the full of health eating discuss from a woman who is majority important for losing half her bodyweight in 3 and a half mins and who admits to carrying nightmares about being chased by frightful men done of crushed potato.
The programme is obviously the BBCs bid for a punch of Channel 4s Nigella cherry, and the doe-eyed Miss Dahl tries valiantly, wafting about in her wealthy kitchen perplexing to remonstrate us that she likes zero improved than omelette Arnold Bennett (which involves 3 eggs, crème fraîche, haddock and cheese) for breakfast. As if British women didnt have sufficient food issues already.
No, for me it is at the back of to Channel 4, where Heston Blumenthals new array is about to start. On 6 Apr he will reconstruct a Willy Wonka take a break desirous by Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the dear book by Sophies grandfather, Roald Dahl. The chocolate rivers, taffy trees and three-course cooking nipping resin that are expected to outcome might be some-more ridiculous than anything Dahl youth has to offer. But at slightest the Dahl comparison group will confess that the all a fantasy distinct Sophie with her secure humbug.
A hulk step brazen for womankind
You can discuss it a lot about a woman by how she refers to her poetic woman floo floo as an online check has discovered. Theres the practical: the place of business. The tribute: Lady Gaga; Virginia Wade; Ladybird Johnson. Theres the lovable (toot; smoo; fa-lulu), the sickening (which we"ll shimmer over) and the honestly frightful (Sonic the Hedgehog? The Temple of Doom?) So I subject the meditative at the back of the ultimate familiar ad campaign.
Women commuters cannot destroy to have speckled these hulk billboards. One reads, simply, "fru fru", in big feathery letters. Another spells out "lady garden", in flowers. They all approach observers to www.loveyourvagina.com , that advertises a new form of spotless protection. The Mooncup (please dont ask me) appeals to a sure kind of woman, however, and she is not the kind who talks about her Myfanwy in infantilising girlie euphemisms.
In counts sanitary, there are dual sorts of woman: the sort who butchly gets to grips with avant garde, medical-grade silicon items; and the sort who says "fru fru", spasmodic "has the decorators in", wants Hallmark cards on Valentines Day and buys polyester nighties with small pinkish bears on them. To interest to the former, one contingency contend it loud. Say it proud. Say a word that probably wouldnt be printed on a poster advertisement any time soon.
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