Mellow yellow

It's that time again, the time to start a new blog. The third generation of documented thoughts and torturous theories of general things. Like Peter Kay I can remember my first blog, full of spelling errors, grammatical gaffs, and the ramblings of a teenager completely frustrated with the world and everything held within the cesspit.

Obviously nothing much will have changed apart from the crushing hackneyed hoops the hierarchy has placed has made me a restrained rational being too jilted and jaded to challenge the status quo of British society.

Lets take a look Britain's main industry finance where incompetence runs a muck and the workers are rewarded for being failures. That situation sums up this country, we (the public, not me and hopefully not you) voted in a man who was the Director of Corporate Affairs at ITV Digital to be our Prime Minister. Let us also remember this failed business man didn't even win an election without forcing political rohypnol upon the Lib Dems.

The UK is in a complete state of inefficiency, I am always placed in a situation of Yosser Hughes. I feel I could do a better job than most people in areas I have no expertise in. From my experience the most inept workers are the ones who have been in their job for years, where they gotten so comfortable in their position they think they are invincible in their own role like a useless cheese on toast faced dictator.

This view is something people often say I'm a hidden tory about. I don't think anyone should take their job ever for granted, if everyone is on the tip toes about losing their jobs you will get a better performance out of them. A large majority take their positions for granted playing it safe and being non-threatening to the beings above in fear of destroying the one purpose in life, mortgage repayments.

As my hour is up (the maximum duration I give myself per entry), I will leave you with one last political rambling. I was walking in Sheffield the other day and was rudely diverted by massive fences around the city hall, as it happens these fences were for the Lib Dem party conference. During the joy diversion I started talking to a woman who said 'There's going to be trouble this Saturday, those protesters are going to be trouble, a woman in John Lewis is really scared they going to smash up the shop'. I reminded her that protests are not mindless thugs willing to smash up every shop especially a shop where the workers get a share in the profits. "But they smashed up topshop didn't they?" I told her Phillip Green gives his Swiss-based wife each year a present of £700 million, "oh isn't that nice?".