Hi Everyone
No doubt at some point, you have been the chairperson of a meeting or committee. Has that experience given you a rush of adrenalin or a feeling of power? Probably not as the experience was relatively unimportant and definitely not going to change the world. Something strange however happens to the chosen few who finish near or at the top of the tree. First, we had Donald closely followed by Boris, Berlusconi in Italy and probably a few more around the world. Then came the demise of the Scottish leader because of the possible lawbreaking of her husband followed by, this week, the resignation of the Northern Irish political leader as he faces a court case to save his reputation and finally the Spanish President is considering his position due to the possible misdemeanours of his wife. The list of others just below the pinnacle would fill the rest of this Rubbish. The common denominator in all these cases is that they are all in democratic countries so we have the opportunity to cast them all into oblivion. Above all that lot are those with absolute power like Putin, that funny little man in North Korea, the chief Chinaman and too many others to list in this Rubbish. Nearly all of us on the planet have to put up with one or the other which probably defines whether I can write this Rubbish or not. Perhaps Donald, Boris and their friends are not so bad after all.
When talking about absolute power, it inevitably brings me back to the Senior Partner. Back then there were no CTTV cameras, long lens cameras or listening devices but living at a shop in the main street meant that the CCTV cameras and listening devices were the nosey customers. Now, when I watch spy films, I understand exactly how they operate. I am sure that as a teenager you had a secret life that your parents knew nothing about and it was part of the thrill of growing up. It was very difficult for me however as I would be confronted on many occasions by the Senior Partner who said that someone had told her that I had been seen doing or saying something that they felt should be reported back to you know who, probably whilst speaking in a whisper or out of the side of their mouth. The problem for me is that I was never able to discover who that someone or someones were, so I spent most of my teenage years glancing over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't followed or being recorded by a long range microphone dressed in a brown coat, with permed hair and a hessian shopping bag. Perhaps if I had known a local paid assasin, I would have had much better teenage years.
I read an intreging question this week. It said " What do false teeth, bed frames and wet wipes have in common?" I supose that, like me, you had no idea what the answer was so I will put you out of your misery. They were all things that caused blockages in the drains across Staffordshire. In fact, in the past year alone a staggering 3,326 blockages were cleared. I find it amazing that someone would stuff a bed frame down a manhole especially as they did not find a duvee or bedside cabinet with it, but the main culprit appears to be the innocent wet wipes. Now I would not invade your privicy by asking you what you do with your wet wipes, but whatever it is, on behalf of the local water company, do not put them into the drainage system even though it might put some of your local drainage unblockers out of work. You know it make sense.
Just a Thought:
In a democracy, you believe it or not. In a dictatorship, you believe it or else.
A serial killer, car thief and Russian spy walk into a bar. And that was just the first guy.
Brian
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