Dropping the bomb.

The bomb has finally been dropped in the department and the job losses are coming. It’ll make the papers, when it does, the Daily Mail may very well explode. There’s going to be some fairly large job losses at a number of sites. As fas as I can tell it is the front line, those sat in the comfy chairs seem to be unaffected.

I’m unsure how many will actually be kicked out, they’re giving the opportunity for those who want to walk, to walk with some dignity. Morale is so low that I’d be surprised if the offer wasn’t over-subscribed. It’s been coming, it’s been expected and yes, it does suck. But that’s life. It is unfortunate that there will be a number of people who I respect who will be lost. These people are worth their salary, and I’ll miss them.

By lucky hap, it looks like Wolfers unwittingly moved himself into a bomb shelter a couple of years ago, I’m glad about it. I’ve had some plans in case the worst happens, but I’d rather stay in at the moment, I enjoy my job and in the last couple of months it has become very interesting and delivered a steep learning curve, one that I’m finding challenging. This is most welcome, my worst nightmare is becoming an automaton, marking time.

We’ve a new manager of my unit, he isn’t quite God, but he’s enough nous and political capital in the office to safeguard his staff. Looks like I’ve a 3 year reprive until the next swoosh of the axe. He’s blunt, direct and has upset people. Some of those people didn’t deserve to be upset, and it could have been handled better, but I don’t blame him completely, he’s been handed a unit in a department (but not an area of work) which is alien to him, with no knowledge of the people working there and a number of cherry bombs with fizzing fuses around him.

He’s given us a degree of insulation, but I have no doubt that his protection comes with the expectation that we actually deliver in a meaningful sense, rather than in a nebulous, fuzzy management speak sense. This is uncommon in the civil service. I actually find it quite refreshing. I like the idea of having to figure out how in the hell I’m going to do something, it is infinitely preferable to working down a list and ensuring every box is ticked. More responsibility, more flexibility and more freedom. Excellent. More pressure, higher expectations and not as much money. Well, them’s the breaks. I know a good thing when I see one, so I’m going to make sure I roll my sleeves up and do my damndest to ensure that this new regime is a success. The short term future is dodgy, ride this storm out and who knows where I could be in ten year’s time. It is exciting, but it won’t be a free ride.

I hope you’ll forgive this departure into the personal. I try to avoid blogging about work, because it could get messy, however I always try to be objective and balanced when I do. It isn’t all bad, although it could be better and some managers do their best to make it worse, they actually seem to relish the prospect of telling good staff that they’re surplus to requirements, when their performance should leave them on shaky ground themselves.

I just want to let you know that the civil service isn’t all about box tickers, diversity officers, outreach coordinators and the feckless and incompetent. Although God knows they exist in big enough number. There are staff who do care about their work, and completely understand that we work for you. It is a shame that this attitude seems to become less common the further up the foodchain you go. Then they think they work for the ministers and secs of state. They’re wrong.

On the day when the bomb is dropped a new toy appears, on the wall of the foyer of the building there has appeared a monitor; it details the amounts of energy used, CO2 expelled and electricity bill for the building for a rolling 24hr period. I don’t know where it gets its data from, probably some wonk sat in an office typing in numbers at random. The Ecoloons have broken through into the world of Sir Humphrey. The best bit? It isn’t just a monitor, it is a top of the range touch screen computer, almost like a wall mounted I-Pad. The device is locked though, the only application it will run is the green deity’s counter of guilt and doom. God knows how much it cost. I’m sure the irony of the expenditure on it won’t be lost on the staff who are ruminating on their future.

The fat remains to be trimmed, unfortunately the butcher is careless and he’s hacking off a lump of fillet steak.

The One That Is Waiting For The Axe. . .

We all have to take our medicine, and it can taste bitter. Lord knows my medicine bottle is on the horizon, and I may yet have to take a drink. But I’ll cross that bridge when and if I come to it. One thing is for sure, the axe will fall in my department, it only remains to be seen if my head is nicked off or not.

Being a public servant with a degree of concern over my job, and a Libertarian who absolutely believes that government is far too big, far too intrusive and far too expensive puts me in an invidious position. Sometimes I sound like the turkey voting for Christmas, knowing that the policy I support could result in my standing in the dole queue. But there you go.

So it is not without sympathy that I learn 75 public sector jobs are to be lost with the disbanding of the British Film Council. But I find myself asking the question, ‘whilst the BFC may have had a hand in the production of some fine movies, is it really the place of the state to be making them?’

The arts is without doubt important, but it is also very divisive. Is it acceptable to throw large amounts of public cash at the opera or the ballet, despite the minority appeal? Many would say not. Is it more or less acceptable to do the same for a more popular entertainment medium?

I don’t know how the BFC works, but I do know how the public sector works. Whilst films like Vera Drake and the Last King of Scotland were undoubted artistic successes, and I should imagine made a profit, would private investors want to be involved? There’s a simple answer, it is yes. If there is a profit to be made of course private money can be attracted. But I’m betting that the bureacratic restraints that the public sector will always bring to the party scares off more private investors than it attracts. Thus it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy that films are hard to make without the help of the BFC, but the BFC makes it hard for people to make films. Sounds rather like the benefits system.

It is rather predictable when Tim Bevan, chairman of the Film Council says, ‘Abolishing the most successful film support organisation the UK has ever had is a bad decision‘. Well, he would say that, wouldn’t he?

It is also rather predictable when the UCU lecturers’ union warned that an expansion of the private sector would be a “disaster” and that the creation of a new private university was the “beginning of a slippery slope.

Note that there’s no suggestion that any existing universities will be closed, but apparently, “Encouraging the growth of private providers and making it easier for them to call themselves universities would be a disaster for the UK’s academic reputation. It would also represent a huge threat to academic freedom and standards.”

Well, I hate to break it to you, but our academic reputation ain’t what it was. We have people going into remedial classes when they start uni because they karnt rite proper, and when they do get a degree it is a BA in Eastenders or a BSc in Climate Change Management or somesuch guff. My experience of uni, where I did a perfectly useless journalism (sort of) degree was that the tutors were more interested in using us as guinea pigs for their PhD research and making us parrot their political dogma than actually delivering anything of worth. A private uni won’t have that luxury. Fail to deliver a course in an acceptable manner and that is worth something, and pretty soon the university will be closed.

As for academic freedom, a bigger lot of rot it is hard to imagine. When has a centralised system ever resulted in freedom?

And finally to the boys in blue, their not at all political brass are complaining about elected commissioners. Sir Hugh Orde, president of the Association of Chief Police Officers[. . .] said Acpo would “need to examine in detail the government’s proposals for maintaining operational independence against the practical reality of directly-elected police and crime commissioners“.

Operational independence? Give me a break will you. Firstly, the police are not independent. Chief Constables have been effective political appointments for years now, as evidenced by the Sir Ian Blair mess. Secondly, the Home Sec says jump, you jump. Unless that is a new Home Sec says something you don’t like, then you ignore it. So by independent, do you actually mean unaccountable? I think so.

Finally, the police should not be independent. They should be wholly dependent, dependent on the support and wishes of the community that they serve. If you aren’t producing the results and performances that the public want, then too bloody right your arse should be shipped out.

I refer you to the Peelian Principles:

The ability of the police to perform their duties is dependent upon the public approval of police actions.

That does not mean impounding kids toys such as happened at the Kingsnorth power station protest.

That does not mean beating a man sufficiently to kill him, such as happened with Ian Tomlinson.

That does not mean demanding innocent people delete photographs such as happens time and time again.

Police, at all times, should maintain a relationship with the public that gives reality to the historic tradition that the police are the public and the public are the police; the police being only members of the public who are paid to give full-time attention to duties which are incumbent upon every citizen in the interests of community welfare and existence.

You are entirely dependent upon us. You would do well to remember it.

Any candidate Commish who promotes such a simple, clear and effective policy will get my vote in a heartbeat.

The One That Is Asking Can You Please Stop It? . . .

I’ve been driving around all over the place for work today. I can’t stand commercial radio as it’s all the same four shite songs interspersed with adverts of toe curlingly bad quality. I can’t stand Radio 1 as it’s like commercial radio but without the adverts, that tool Evans is on Radio 2, Radio 3 is so ridiculously worthy and Radio 4 is as dull as ditchwater. So given I didn’t have the foresight to bring my CD’s with me that leaves Radio 5. And it’s been getting right on my wick today.

Two stories it’s been leading with all day have driven me to the edge.

Firstly, they’ve been reporting this story about a report about the number of children being admitted to hospital with preventable diseases such as tooth decay and obesity. Sigh. Well, you remove any meaningful cooking lessons from school for a generation and what did you think was going to happen? All this citzenship guff started creeping in during my last couple of years at school, and that was under the last Tory administration. Indeed I’m certain I did a project in the 5th year (early 90′s) in these extra-curricular yet timetabled lessons called ‘Challenge’ (God help us) about global warming and how we’d all be bollock deep in glacial melt water by the time 2000 came around. Nothing changes.

Anyhow, I digress. These lessons were at the expense of other lessons about how to cook and child development, and PE and useful stuff. This is what happens when you stop teaching and start indoctrinating. Good isn’t it?

So, when I arrived home this afternoon, I was not in the slightest bit surprised to see what the subject of tonight’s Panorama is.

From obesity to alcohol misuse, from rotting baby teeth to hearing problems caused by passive smoking – Britain’s largest children’s hospital is treating younger and younger children for health problems which are ultimately preventable. Many are the result of kids’ lifestyles and are, according to the experts, causing them unnecessary suffering.

BBC Breakfast News and 5 Live have form in this area. Look, arsewipes, it’s perfectly simple, if you are going to do news and current affairs programming, at the least I would expect the news to be reported. I do not expect you to make a programme and then build your news coverage around it. At best this is ethically questionable. I’d complain to them about it, but it would make no difference. The sooner this bunch of leeches lose their public funding the better. Let’s see how much takeup you get on subscription for pretend news, Eastenders, the promotion of Lloyd-Webber’s latest show and celebrities clearing out their lofts and heading off to the bootfairs.

The second story that has annoyed me is this constant whining from CEOP about Facebook not having a panic button. CEOP, which is like an elephant’s graveyard for retired senior coppers even went over to DC to demand, Demand, a panic button on Facebook.

You can already log complaints of inappropriate conduct and content with Facebook, but it doesn’t go to CEOP. You see, an American corporation who generate a huge amount of revenue off the back of advertising on their site have no vested interest in making sure that their users are safe, that their users’ parents are satisfied it is safe, and in making sure that their sponsors are happy to be associated with a safe product.

Any parent who allows their kids uninhibited access to the ‘net is just plain lazy and naive or neglectful, and it is not the place of a corporation to take over parenting duties for them.

Who the hell do CEOP think they are? How would we react if an American ‘law enforcement’ agency came over to London and started brow beating our corporations over how they do business?

Oh. . .

One final point in this ridiculous story. Isn’t it strange how CEOP start stamping their feet and shreiking about how awful this is, and how they are absolutely the only people who can sort this out just as it seems likely that a Labour government is going lose office and herald a round of significant cuts in the public sector?

It would be cynical of me to draw any connection and to point out that CEOP’s record thus far is not entirely glorious.

The One That Feels For The Scapegoat. . .

Can you hear that dripping sound? Listen carefully, that is the sound of my heart bleeding.

Poor old Rose Gibb, I blogged yesterday about this horrible woman, well she’s started her case in court today, and you know what, it just isn’t fair.

I might have got her wrong.

According to her testimony, the Healthcare Commission’s report into the state of hygeine in Maidstone & Tunbridge Wells NHS was ‘full of inaccuracies, innuendo and unfounded criticisms’ and that she disagreed with the findings. She has also said that she resigned as she ‘understood that this [her treatment] was a reaction to the impending HCC report to manage the public and any fallout. I was to be the scapegoat.’

Scapegoat? You were the Chief Executive of an almost criminally dirty hospital, indeed if memory serves correct, Al-Beeb made an undercover report into conditions in another hospital in M&TW NHS Trust.

Damn right you carry the can, you were getting paid £150k per annum, so you’d better take fucking responsibility. How I long for a job where I can get that amount (and probably a tasty bonus as well) and then absolve myself of any fault if it all goes tits up.

I hope you lose your house, AND contract an illness which requires you get treatment in a hospital as filthy as the one you ran.

The One That Wants You To Take A Good, Hard Look . . .

This, my friends, is what a total fucking bitch looks like.

Take a good hard look.

‘Who is this contemptible non-entity?’ I hear you ask.

Her name is Rose Gibb she was the Chief Exec of Maidstone and Tunbridge Wells NHS Trust. On her watch 90 people died of C.diff infection. That’s 90. The hospital under her charge was so filthy that hygeine standards were revealed which would have caused concern in some fly-blown sub-Saharan hell hole hospital.

Health Sec, Alan Milburn did one of the few correct things this government has tried to do by attempting to prevent her receiving a pay-off. Bearing in mind this is a woman that walked away from a contract of employment having overseen the deaths of the better part of 100 people, just before a damning report into standards at the hospital were released.

Even though she’d failed to stop the death of 90 people, even though she’d walked away from her job, even though the Health Secretary had figured out it was a shocking waste of taxpayers’ money to pay her off and asked the Trust not to do it, Maidstone and Tunbridge Wells NHS Trust, amazingly, negotiated a £250,000 pay-off but then witheld £175,000 of that following Milburn’s little campaign.

Excuse me? What the fuck? She walked away from her job, where she had spectacularly failed in her job (how does it go? ‘First do no harm’ or something isn’t it?) and actually expected a pay-off! Only in British Public Service would this happen.

But poor old Rose, obviously £75,000 isn’t enough, oh no, she’s taking the trust to the High Court now to demand the balance of the £250k. I suppose she’s been advised she’s got a decent case, or she wouldn’t have taken this action. I can only hope the Judge tells her to fuck right off and saddles her with a huge costs bill.

Proof positive, public service at the high level in this country is dead. It isn’t about doing the best by your country or your community, it is about as creaming as much of the taxpayers’ money as possible and having no shame or self awareness.

Rose Gibb, in a country that is administered by the sociopathic, hubristic, avaricious, arrogant, incompetent and detestible, you truly are one of the stand-out candidates. You have been shown to be one of the biggest wastes of space in Kent. I hope you lose your house, bitch.

The One That Says It Is Not Bloody Good Enough. . .

The original story of council housing officers kicking elderly people out of their houses and then moving in council staff at much reduced rents was covered in some depth all over the blogosphere and we now have the pay-off. Kristine Reeves has been dismissed, as is good and proper although no doubt she’ll start bleating about how she should get a bloody great big pay-off, even though she has been proven to be incompetent, corrupt and deceitful, because, well, that’s what happens in the Public Sector isn’t it? Senior Managers who aren’t up to it get paid off and move on to destroy another Public Sector Department.

Interestingly there’s another player in this story, Suzanne McBride, the former ‘Strategic Director’ and line manager for Kristine Reeves who was made redundant before the story broke. I’m assuming she’d been redundant for some time (in its purest sense – sitting around with fuck all to do) before she was shown the door. Anyhow she stands by the decision and says:

“With hindsight I should have taken the decision formally to elected members so there would be a clear audit trail of the discussion [. . .] There was full, open and frank discussion. I recall a meeting with Kris Reeves and Julie Westmacott, the executive member responsible for housing, where we discussed all of the options for what to do. I had regular meetings with Ms McBride and have absolutely no recollection of being told that the empty accommodation was being offered to all council staff, I would not under any circumstances at all have agreed to this course of action”

It also appears that she is pointing the finger at a senior Labour councillor. Well, no surprise there, then.

The thing is this, I’m willing to bet that McBride is sitting at home counting a generous redundancy package and thanking her lucky stars she remains peripheral to the event, and that Reeves is sitting at home in a real sulk, incredulous that she’s been treated this way and experiencing genuine shock that anyone had the gall to hold her to account.

So a question; Why has Reeves not been arrested? Wherefore the collection of Norfolk Police’s finest knocking on her door, rifling through her personal effects and feeling her collar under suspicion of conspiring to commit misconduct in a public office?

It was good enough for Damian Green, who let’s face it, didn’t really do anything wrong, so why not this grubbing corrupt little harridan? Let’s look at the two major parties on Norwich City Council:


Labour (15 seats), Greens (13 seats).

Ahhhh, that’ll explain it then. And which one of the 15 Labour Councillors aided, abetted, counselled or procured this misconduct in a public office? I think the good people of Norwich deserve to find out so he or she can be marched from the City Hall to Carrow Road football ground whilst they are pelted with turnips just dug up from the frozen earth.