Well it is my business

The unions have won a victory over the workers' enemy: business. When it comes to 'biting the hand that feeds' nothing beats a union employee. Sadly I've not succeeded in tracking down a transcript of the radio interview that provoked me into making that opening. Somewhere out in the ether is news of a decision to further shield employees from the effects of rational decision making by business owners.

What ho?

Just had a call to say er, hello, please come in we need you. If only that made me feel wanted. Though the upside of the call was news that madame (Senior Frustrated Novelist) can get in tomorrow. That's fucking heroic of her. I'll be fine with one day. Off. Notice no body offered a swap so I get a second day off.

And the Big Swinging Dick's promise of a bottle of plonk for doing Friday has turned to ashes.