Good morning all, the weekend is here. A busy week and one where my mum continues to make a recovery from her operation last weekend.  I’ll be heading for the glamorous confines of the North Middlesex tomorrow.

It’s been an eventful week news wise.  SEE YOU IN COURT tweeted Trump.  Am I missing something?  The judges have already said that Trump twice exceeded his powers on two occasions.  We’ll see what the Supreme Court says too.  More American’s are killed by guns in five hours than are killed by terrorists in a year.  But why look at yourself for solutions when you can blame someone else? Continue reading “SEE YOU IN COURT. AGAIN!”

Money for health not death

A busy week visiting old haunts in Finsbury Park area but my return to Hastings was accompanied by a telephone call letting me know my mum had fallen and had been admitted to hospital on Friday night.  By Saturday lunchtime she’d had a hip replacement op and I visited yesterday.  Revisiting North Middlesex brings up a mixture of feelings.  It was where my two boys were born but the last time I was there was in 2000 when Penny was a patient for a number of weeks in the summer before we moved to Hastings.  Yesterday’s visit allowed me to see at first hand how the NHS is doing.  Firstly they have a spanking new addition to the hospital, no doubt funded by Private Finance Initiative that will keep the health trust in debt for generations unless a government radical and progressive enough takes power.  Secondly the modern facilities are understaffed.  I have no problems with the dedication and commitment of the staff I saw.  The staff come from every part of the world and all have their own roles and all form part of a team.  If you want an example of socialism in action you have to go back to the foundation of the National Health Service.  It was set up so that being rich didn’t mean the difference between life and death.  Between good health and bad health.  Nye Bevan was the Minister of Health and this is what he had to say.


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America First, except for the first Americans.

A busy and productive week in the office but the weekend is here.  Will Palace ever win a match?  Probably not today v Man City but a rendevous awaits and a meal with the boys in Upper Street.

One of our managers spotted me reading the news on my phone yesterday, ‘don’t bother, it’s all a load of shit’ she said.  She had a point, look what’s been happening…

Over the other side of the Atlantic Trump has been busy in his first week in office.  One of the measures he’s taken is to give energy companies the right to rip up territory lived in by the first American’s, the native ones, or the red ones or the ones the cowboys used to kill in those old movies that were on when I was a kid.  So America First doesn’t apply to the original American’s but to the descendants of immigrants who arrived in the last 300 years. Continue reading “America First, except for the first Americans.”

I’m just another failed rock star

I attended Tollington Park between 1976 -83 and this week a conversation was taking place about famous ex-students.  Everyone from actors from Eastenders, Grange Hill to Birds of a Feather was mentioned as well as the Kemp brothers from Spandau Ballet and Jazzie B from Soul II Soul. But whilst they were all locals most of those mentioned attended other secondary schools in Islington.  Two definite famous ex students are Minty from Eastenders and Donald McCullin, the world famous photographer who worked for newspapers and published iconic pictures such as this one from Northern Ireland.


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Hospital trolleys, Trump and Beatles

I’m burying myself in my work, keeping busy and looking for positives, which in my own world is easier.  I’m grateful to be in good health, especially as the health service appears to be overstretched to a point where people are in trolleys in hospital corridors.  The government will not take responsibility even though they fund the service.  Last year they decided the junior doctors were part of the problem.  Yesterday it was the General Practitioners.  During the week the Health Minister raised the issue of people arriving at A&E without urgent medical conditions.  Our mental health services are grossly underfunded.  If you are a teenager or a child experiencing mental health distress so severe you need a bed you will be lucky to find one near where you live.  If we funded our health service at the level of Germany the NHS would have an extra £40 billion.  I’m convinced the Tories are trying to starve the NHS so that people will think continuing the privatization of healthcare disgracefully started by Blair’s Labour government would make it better.  Bloody awful. Continue reading “Hospital trolleys, Trump and Beatles”

The DWP and their beautiful IT system

My first week back at work and straight back into dealing with the Department for Work and Pensions.  I was in a state of disbelief when I was told that a vulnerable adult was informed of a medical by text and his benefits had been disallowed as they hadn’t turned up.  On several other occasions I waited patiently listening to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons before being told that the ‘systems’ were down.  Code for telling you that their IT progerammes have crashed.  This is happening so regularly I’m beginning to wonder how truthful it is.  On the whole a positive week with progress being made in all areas. Continue reading “The DWP and their beautiful IT system”

The year of near misses

I’m in my retreat now.  No going out to share the roads with others.  No negotiating supermarket aisles with the masses.  Just me, Penny, Jafer, Kenan, the television, IPod, food and drink to look forward to.  And it’s what I need.  I’ve been poorly all week.  Monday was a day for coughing, Tuesday for perfecting my deep gravelly Tom Jones impersonation.  The coughing returned at nights so I could keep Penny awake and limit my sleep.  Back to work on Thursday but only to tie things up and ask for Friday off.  Yesterday and today my voice is at falsetto range, perfect for impersonating the Bee Gees.  But that’s it.  I can shut out the outside world.  Except I’m addicted to news.  On my phone, on my radio and on my television.  I won’t dwell on it until next time except to urge that that you all stay safe, warm and remember how lucky you are.  Of course anything could happen anywhere.  No one expected to get run over doing their Christmas shopping in Berlin.

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‘I’m not here to be angry. You dick!’

Another week then I’m off work for 10 days!  But it’s a bit of a slog at the moment and am hoping for a day or two that will be quiet and allow me to catch up with some tasks.  In the meantime I’m sorry to anyone that has worked with a grumpy old git this week, I aim to be back to normal grumpiness as opposed to super grumpiness.  Continue reading “‘I’m not here to be angry. You dick!’”