Less than 2 minutes later it swept past the front of the house and back out of the Estate.
Obviously a quick "Shout"... or wrong directions.
In fact, the majority of workers fail to save anything at all for their old age and do not realise they are funding somebody else's with their taxes.and continues:
Authoritative research from The Institute of Economic Affairs shows the cost of inflation-linked schemes for nearly six million state employees such as doctors, nurses, teachers and policemen has reached more than £22.3billion each year.
On average each one of the 25million households in the country must pay £900 to meet this bill and, according to the experts, this figure will pass the £1,000 mark and go on increasing.
This huge burden will have to be met by today's children when they start earning.
|5,840,000||Public sector workers in Britain|
|650,000||extra public sector workers since Labour came to power|
|£22Bn||annoual cost to taxpayer of paying for pensions of former public sector employees|
|£76Bn||Projected annual bill within 30 years|
|£100Bn||total wiped off private pensions schemes in last nine years by Gordon Brown's tax raids|
|100%||public sector workers on gold-plated final salary pension scheme|
|11%||private workers on gold-plated final salary pension schemes|
|60||the age when most public sector workers get their pension|
|68||the age when private sector workers born after April 1978 will get their state pension|
|£84.25||basic state pension per week|
Bran Castle, near the historic city of Brasov, in central Romania, is
one of the country’s most popular tourist destinations because of its
association with 15th-century Prince Vlad Tepes III, also known as the
Impaler for his favoured method of executing opponents.
Well Sir & Mrs Lancinglot did us proud. Despite both being full of cold and feeling poorly, they laid on a super Christmas lunch... Cooked to perfection.
We spent some time looking through the wedding photos and the DVDs that GF has spent the last few weekends putting together.
...as they played "Burn babyIt occurs to the Gorse Fox, that for the "Godfather of Soul", as they lower the coffin into the hole they could have a chorus of:
burn, disco inferno" it occurred that it would be the ideal upbeat song
to play at a crematorium as the curtains open and the coffin starts to
"Huh, get on down."
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two areas of card "infringement" alone could bring in up to £40 million a year for the Treasury...The thief in No. 11 will be delighted.
...all fees and fines will be paid directly into the Treasury's central funds for general spending and not go towards running the scheme
"What do you mean, you used judgement in this decision?"a shudder went through the room
"Did you use the Galactic Standard Objective Evaluation Framework and Matrix?"the assemebled throng looked blankly at each other
"No" we replied
"What! You should have. It has been MANDATED" shouted the voice.and so the call continued.
"That went well" said the Gorse Fox at the end of a roughing up by Starfleet.He then decided to find the "Galactic Standard Objective Evaluation Framework and Matrix" and settled down with
"Think of it like going on holiday(*), but without the hassle of security checks." he said optimistically.Hey ho!
"And without the holiday" she moaned back
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GF hasn't the remotest clue what was being said, but there was a lot of nodding around the room.
There's little doubt this will need support from HR. We need to involve EOs, HEOs, VOs and Techs to represent the DOs as they towards OMCs. CPD will need to be involved because it may impact the LDCCs and involves the RRMs, though DOMs shouldn't be affected.
A BTM could oversee the changes with an OIM (possibly an HEO) on the ground support by EOs. In turn they could be backfilled by AOs or AAs.
Gorse Fox has spent the day in Reading, again. It is becoming an unwelcome habit. Today involved a serious exercise on the cutting edge of post-it note technology. GF's excitement could hardly be contained as he used hexagonal post-its in green, blue, orange, and yellow. GF has a certain anarchic streak in him, and sometimes used the wrong colour post-it, deliberately. He's sure there'll be hell to pay when they find out!!!
Leaving the meeting GF joined members of the executive board of the Esteemed Client. Together we clustered on the platform as they debated the expected location of the First Class carriage. The train, however, second guessed them and it tickled the GF to see them all running to the other end of train as it stopped at the platform. Oh yes, it was standing room only.
Standing between the seats in First Class allows the trained people-watcher to peer over people's shoulder and see what they are reading or what they are doing on their laptops... One gent was preparing a slide presentation with one sliide entitled: Methodological pluralism. GF has no idea what it is... And judging by how long the chap stared at a nearly empty screen, neither does he.
Not sure which of these will be chosen to brighten the meal... but further suggestions are welcomed.
- Sumo karaoke
- Onion bhaji ping-pong (using Naans as bats).
- Dressing up (though the Abbot doesn't have to wait for Christmas to do that)
- Face painting, and of course
- Seasonal Tattooing
- Seasonal body-piercing - this could include the use of Christmas bells
"Silver Vixen arrived (in the dream) and was cross. She was cross because she had had to escort Cousteau-cub home because of her phobia for gloss paint, and that fact that she had painted the inside of her fridge with bright gloss"Not sure whether Gorse Fox should be more worried about the dream, or the content of the dream! (And, NO, Cousteau-cub does not have a phobia for gloss paint).
Dear Mr. Architect:
Please design and build me a house. I am not quite sure of what I need, so you should use your discretion.
My house should have between two and forty-five bedrooms. Just make sure the plans are such that the bedrooms can be easily added or deleted. When you bring the blueprints to me, I will make the final decision of what I want. Also, bring me the cost breakdown for each configuration so that I can arbitrarily pick one.
Keep in mind that the house I ultimately choose must cost less than the one I am currently living in. Make sure, however, that you correct all the deficiencies that exist in my current house (the floor of my kitchen vibrates when I walk across it, and the walls don't have nearly enough insulation in them).
As you design, also keep in mind that I want to keep yearly maintenance costs as low as possible. This should mean the incorporation of extra-cost features like aluminum, vinyl, or composite siding. (If you choose not to specify aluminum, be prepared to explain your decision in detail.)
Please take care that modern design practices and the latest materials are used in construction of the house, as I want it to be a showplace for the most up-to-date ideas and methods. Be alerted, however, that the kitchen should be designed to accommodate, among other things, my 1952 Gibson refrigerator.
To insure that you are building the correct house for our entire family, make certain that you contact each of our children, and also our in-laws. My mother-in-law will have very strong feelings about how the house should be designed, since she visits us at least once a year. Make sure that you weigh all of these options carefully and come to the right decision. I, however, retain the right to overrule any choices that you make.
Please don't bother me with small details right now. Your job is to develop the overall plans for the house: get the big picture. At this time, for example, it is not appropriate to be choosing the color of the carpet. However, keep in mind that my wife likes blue.
Also, do not worry at this time about acquiring the resources to build the house itself. Your first priority is to develop detailed plans and specifications. Once I approve these plans, however, I would expect the house to be under roof within 48 hours.
While you are designing this house specifically for me, keep in mind that sooner or later I will have to sell it to someone else. It therefore should have appeal to a wide variety of potential buyers. Please make sure before you finalize the plans that there is a consensus of the population in my area that they like the features this house has. I advise you to run up and look at my neighbor's house he constructed last year. We like it a great deal. It has many features that we would also like in our new home, particularly the 75-foot swimming pool. With careful engineering, I believe that you can design this into our new house without impacting the final cost.
Please prepare a complete set of blueprints. It is not necessary at this time to do the real design, since they will be used only for construction bids. Be advised, however, that you will be held accountable for any increase of construction costs as a result of later design changes. You must be thrilled to be working on an interesting project such as this! To be able to use the latest techniques and materials and to be given such freedom in your designs is something that can't happen very often.
Contact me as soon as possible with your complete ideas and plans.
Show me someone who drives slowly and I’ll show you a catastrophic bore. Someone whose life is empty, shallow and pointless. But there’s more to it than that.
They are also deeply unpleasant. Like bell ringers, they wish to
impose their beliefs and their way of life on everyone else. They are
people with an antisocial personality disorder, manifested in amoral
behaviour without empathy or remorse. And that’s the
dictionary-definition of a psychopath.
On form, eh? Well, you may aregue that this assertion cannot be backed up by facts... but Clarkson continues:
The next time someone goes on a random shooting spree, hosing down
innocent men, women and children and then making good his escape,
please do not look for someone driving away at high speed in a flash
car. Look instead for someone in a chocolate-brown Nissan Micra doing
You don’t believe me? Well, think about it: how many racing drivers have been done for murder? None.
And now try to picture Saddam Hussein doing 200mph in a
Koenigsegg. You can’t, can you. Or Michael Ryan, or Robert Mugabe. And
then consider Hitler, whose automotive legacy was the VW Beetle —
absolutely the slowest car in the world.
Remember the M25 murderer Kenneth Noye? Remember what car he
stepped from before he stabbed that kid to death? Was it an M5 BMW?
Nope. It was a diesel-powered Land Rover Discovery, and this proves my
point. Slow drivers — they’re all exceedingly dull and they’re all
Well, he may have problems proving the last bit. However, living in Sussex does make you wonder, and look sideways at all of the hats that seem to be driving slowly in the middle of the roads with an apparent ignorance of all that is going on around them.
A quiet morning with the books, on a sun terrace overlooking Fuerteventura seemed like a good start. The airport tanfer was not due till 12:50 so there was time to kill.
We went out to wait for the bus 15 mins early as requested... But it was 15 mins late (as expected). The journey to the airport was delayed by roadworks,but we got there. Then it was the usual heaving throng at check-in and the long queue for security. Finally we were through and able to sit down for a tea... And watch our embarcation times slip.
And they claim there is a romance to travelling.
The afternoon, spent by the pool, was time for reading and a time for musing.
Why is there a sign by the pool, outside the PADI Dive Centre, indicating "No diving"?
Is it accidental that Spanish jewellery shops are called "Joyerias"?
Why is it that the uglier a person is, the more flesh they insist on uncovering?
Monday and it was again overcast, about 26C but the air was thick, and visibility limited to a few miles. The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen decided that trip to Lanzarote had to include The Timanfaya National Park, and Mantanas del Fuego.
Driving up from the resort lead us via Yaiza and the west towards the lava fields and volcanic cones. Entering the Park the road weaves through the grotesque shapes of the rocks that were hurled up from the earth's crust and up to a point where the car must be left and the journey continued on coaches. This environment is jealously protected, and rightly so.
The coach led us on a circuitous 14km journey past the fumeroles, craters, lava flows and fields of ash and ejecta. This tortured, nightmare landscape looked as if it could have been conceived by the brush of Bosch, yet held a strange and fascinating beauty. Photos were limited by the coach windows but GF looks forward to reviewing them once home.
Back at the terminous they showed how hot the ground was still, as just beneath the surface bracken hurled into a hole burst into flame, water dropped into tube created an instant geyser, and a huge open pit was being used to cook a rack of chickens. Certainly you could feel the heat emanating from the walls, the holes, and even the gravel.
Great spot and well worth the visit.
Quiet afternoon reading and sewing by the pool. (for the avoidance of confusion, Gorse Fox was the one reading)
The entertainment staff at the hotel all wear yellow t-shirts with "Animacion" emblazoned across the back. This is obviously the Spanish word for "activities" or something similar. (The Spanish seem to have their own words for most things... Most inconsiderate*)
Anyway this "Animacion" seems more like Cartoon characters rather than entertainment. This would be fine if the staff all looked like Jessica Rabbit, but somehow Wile E Coyote seems more appropriate... And you should see the men!
*With apologies to Steve Martin