Bullying in the workplace is in the news. Our esteemed Prime Mentalist, erm I mean Minister has been accused of all sorts of bullying of his staff and Bruce Robertson, Education Supremo at Aberdeenshire Council is ‘on leave’ following allegations of bullying Head Teachers (and “inappropriate behaviour” with a member of staff).
Only in the Public Sector can someone be put on leave pending an investigation. What’s the bet Robbo the Beastly Education Boss will be sitting at home on full pay for months now. I also laugh at the “inappropriate behaviour” piece – only Councils still speak in this manner, like it’s still the 1920’s. What next – if it’s proven they will inform us they have “carnal knowledge” of each other and that he is a 'beastly bully"....
Now you know I’m not a big fan of the one eyed Fife money spender. But on this occasion, I’ll back him up a little. The allegations against Brown and Robertson smack of the kind of lilly livered nonsense that prevails in the public sector. For Bullying, I suspect we could insert “getting shouted at a bit" instead.
In the private sector, you get shouted at by the boss when you’ve fucked up. You take it, shrug your shoulders and move on. In the public sector, if you’re shouted at for fucking up, you get your feelings hurt and the nanny state goes into overdrive. Counselling. Grievance Procedures. Suspensions. Investigations. All paid for by Mr and Mrs Tax Payer – as is any compensation that is inevitably paid out in respect of a breach of their human rights.
It really is pathetic. Quick message for the Public Sector – toughen up and get on with it you shower of wet lettuces.
Music tonight - how about some smooth 80s Soul? If so may I direct you towards Alexander O'Neil's "Criticise" - now that's a voice.
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
Loyalty and Respect
I've deliberately taken a few days since Aberdeen's debacle on Tuesday night before I blogged about it. When emotions are raw you end up ranting and looking back at what you've written a few days later and think, "that's a load of shite I've written there". The anger has not abated so this will still be a rant I feel.
I'll start with the team. They are a fucking disgrace. A shower of overpaid, under performing shysters, cheats and sulkers. They swan around the city thinking they are something special, only trying when the television cameras are in town in order to assist in their latest machinations to engineer a move away from the club.
These fuckwits seem to think they are bigger than a club with two European trophies to its name. None of them are fit to wear the jersey, either because they are lazy (McDonald), under-performing (Kerr), in a comfort zone (Langfield, Foster) not good enough (Mackie, Young, Duff, Ifil, Grassi) or sulking (Aluko). This shower of shite can leave any time they like. These bastards cannot get it into their pea brains that Aberdeen is the biggest club they will ever play for. From here it is a one way ticket to oblivion. It is all they deserve.
I exempt the youngsters (Paton, Fyvie, Pawlett) and the loan players (Paterson, MacLean). Diamond is just back from injury and though limited, he gives 100% and should be captain. Mulgrew has been our best "senior player" this season and was badly missed on Tuesday night.
Mark McGhee is hurting. Badly. You can see it in his press conferences since the game. He is also, quite rightly, angry. He has been let down by the above mentioned retards. Many of them are the old Manager's boys and have obviously not taken to Mark's style of management. But instead of being professional and doing their job of work to the best of their ability they decide to sulk instead. How many of us have had bosses we didn't like or respect? But for your own pride you "got on with the job" (copyright one eyed money stealing Fife arsehole).
McGhee's hands are tied behind his back, he has been left a "pig in a poke" with the runt of Calderwood's awful team, and no money to rectify it. My only criticism of McGhee would be (and this is hindsight, always easier) that his own initial signings, following promising beginnings, have fell apart (Ifil, Grassi, Marshall).
Which brings me to the board. Stewart Milne has overseen disaster after disaster at the club. How a man who has ran such a successful business can make such a pig's ear of running a football club is beyond me. I understand his wish to run it like a business, but he must know that starving a business of all spending power is ultimately futile, as you stagnate and die. Unless there is a little speculating to accumulate in the close season, we are in for many more Raith Rovers results. And where the fuck is Martin Gilbert and the rest of the invisible men? And I include the "fan's representative" Chris Gavin in that. Lord Lucan has made more appearances than he has over the past few years.
Willie Miller was a hero of mine as I grew up. He seemed a colossus to a teenager watching him as he kept world class strikers at club and international level in his back pocket. A gasp and shudder went through the crowd when we lost a goal. Disbelief when he made a mistake. I can't remember many mistakes on the pitch. There's plenty now. I applaud his work to get the youth system re-established. But his work as the Director of Football is average at best and his six figure salary is looking very expensive. His well publicised business problems outwith the Dons are a distraction and, much as it pains me to say it, he needs to consider his position.
And finally the fans. What a bunch of fucking arseholes we have in our midst nowadays. Screaming for the boss' head after half a season. Spitting and throwing stuff at him. Get over yourselves you dicks. This is the Sky generation's reaction. Lose one game and hairy hands Keys is asking Jamie "tight trousers" Redknapp if the manager is under pressure. No wonder it then filters into the cranially challenged that this is how you behave. I swear there were people there on Tuesday who wanted us to lose just so they could lose the plot. I'd rather there were only 4,000 of us left in the stadium and these neanderthals just fucked off.
The saddest thing is that if the club went to the wall tomorrow there's about 7,000 of us that would be bereft and wonder what in the world we were going to do on a Saturday from now on.
The rest of the City and Shire would read about, think "och that's a shame" and get on with their day.
Loyalty and Respect - they died a long time ago, along with my football club's reputation. And there's no one person to blame - all the above have played a part.
Music tonight, well after that depressing post I need cheering up - so here's some 80s Rock for you - Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again", get on You Tube and check the video - big hair, lovely ladies, Jags being driven, all good boys own stuff - enjoy!
I'll start with the team. They are a fucking disgrace. A shower of overpaid, under performing shysters, cheats and sulkers. They swan around the city thinking they are something special, only trying when the television cameras are in town in order to assist in their latest machinations to engineer a move away from the club.
These fuckwits seem to think they are bigger than a club with two European trophies to its name. None of them are fit to wear the jersey, either because they are lazy (McDonald), under-performing (Kerr), in a comfort zone (Langfield, Foster) not good enough (Mackie, Young, Duff, Ifil, Grassi) or sulking (Aluko). This shower of shite can leave any time they like. These bastards cannot get it into their pea brains that Aberdeen is the biggest club they will ever play for. From here it is a one way ticket to oblivion. It is all they deserve.
I exempt the youngsters (Paton, Fyvie, Pawlett) and the loan players (Paterson, MacLean). Diamond is just back from injury and though limited, he gives 100% and should be captain. Mulgrew has been our best "senior player" this season and was badly missed on Tuesday night.
Mark McGhee is hurting. Badly. You can see it in his press conferences since the game. He is also, quite rightly, angry. He has been let down by the above mentioned retards. Many of them are the old Manager's boys and have obviously not taken to Mark's style of management. But instead of being professional and doing their job of work to the best of their ability they decide to sulk instead. How many of us have had bosses we didn't like or respect? But for your own pride you "got on with the job" (copyright one eyed money stealing Fife arsehole).
McGhee's hands are tied behind his back, he has been left a "pig in a poke" with the runt of Calderwood's awful team, and no money to rectify it. My only criticism of McGhee would be (and this is hindsight, always easier) that his own initial signings, following promising beginnings, have fell apart (Ifil, Grassi, Marshall).
Which brings me to the board. Stewart Milne has overseen disaster after disaster at the club. How a man who has ran such a successful business can make such a pig's ear of running a football club is beyond me. I understand his wish to run it like a business, but he must know that starving a business of all spending power is ultimately futile, as you stagnate and die. Unless there is a little speculating to accumulate in the close season, we are in for many more Raith Rovers results. And where the fuck is Martin Gilbert and the rest of the invisible men? And I include the "fan's representative" Chris Gavin in that. Lord Lucan has made more appearances than he has over the past few years.
Willie Miller was a hero of mine as I grew up. He seemed a colossus to a teenager watching him as he kept world class strikers at club and international level in his back pocket. A gasp and shudder went through the crowd when we lost a goal. Disbelief when he made a mistake. I can't remember many mistakes on the pitch. There's plenty now. I applaud his work to get the youth system re-established. But his work as the Director of Football is average at best and his six figure salary is looking very expensive. His well publicised business problems outwith the Dons are a distraction and, much as it pains me to say it, he needs to consider his position.
And finally the fans. What a bunch of fucking arseholes we have in our midst nowadays. Screaming for the boss' head after half a season. Spitting and throwing stuff at him. Get over yourselves you dicks. This is the Sky generation's reaction. Lose one game and hairy hands Keys is asking Jamie "tight trousers" Redknapp if the manager is under pressure. No wonder it then filters into the cranially challenged that this is how you behave. I swear there were people there on Tuesday who wanted us to lose just so they could lose the plot. I'd rather there were only 4,000 of us left in the stadium and these neanderthals just fucked off.
The saddest thing is that if the club went to the wall tomorrow there's about 7,000 of us that would be bereft and wonder what in the world we were going to do on a Saturday from now on.
The rest of the City and Shire would read about, think "och that's a shame" and get on with their day.
Loyalty and Respect - they died a long time ago, along with my football club's reputation. And there's no one person to blame - all the above have played a part.
Music tonight, well after that depressing post I need cheering up - so here's some 80s Rock for you - Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again", get on You Tube and check the video - big hair, lovely ladies, Jags being driven, all good boys own stuff - enjoy!
Monday, 15 February 2010
Union Terrace Gardens
Sir Ian Wood wants to concrete over Union Terrace Gardens and turn it into a "city square".
Jesus, where do I start with this. Have you seen the plans. Concrete central. As a sop, there's a few trees thrown in for good measure, but essentially this is a slab of concrete. Just what we need.
Supporters claim there's more greenery than in the gardens as they are just now. They've wheeled out a tame horticulturalist who claims all the plants and trees are dying in the gardens as they get little sunlight. Tenuous stuff in the extreme.
Of course the idiots in charge of the city are in favour and the pathetic local rags are also in support. This cabal of delinquents are so in awe of the likes of Sir Ian Wood and Stewart Milne (who is unsurprisingly also in favour) that if they suggested building a leaking nuclear reactor in place of the Gardens they'd enthusiastically back the plan.
The £50m pledged by Wood has to be supplemented by the Council to the tune of at least £60m. Where in the name of Allah are they going to find that?
It's very magnanimous of Sir Ian to wish to leave a legacy to the city, although there is worrying talk of businesses in the city being pressurised into backing the plan and I've yet to hear a "normal" person in favour.
The likes of Union Terrace and Broad Street are windswept, cold places even on a decent summer's day. We are not Barcelona, Florence or Paris. We are Aberdeen and with our 5 days of nice weather a year, the last thing we need is a place to promenade. Think of the mess the place will get in on a Saturday night!
Now I know the Gardens are not wonderful. They are a no go area for many as they are full of junkies and winos. But the plans already in place for the regeneration are solid. Peacock Arts have a innovative plan for an Arts Centre, which already has planning permission.
The Victorian toilets, closed by the monkeys in charge years ago, are a work of art in themselves and there's plans to turn them into a restaurant. Spruce up the foliage, add a few cafes and coffee shops, get the Police to actually do their job and get rid of the jakeys, have the community wardens patrolling frequently and bob's your uncle. It'll cost a shedload less than £50million.
If Sir Ian wants to spend £50m, might I suggest he volunteers to clean all the granite buildings on Union Street, regenerates the original city square at Castlegate , buys some more art for the already excellent Art Gallery and assists demolishing St Nicholas House and that glass carbuncle they've thrown up on the side of His Majesty's Theatre and give me the change. :o)
But if he insists on concreting over the only greenery in the City Centre, then by all means do so as the New Pittodrie Stadium.
Music tonight - how about a bit of jazz? Cry me a River has been covered by every man/woman and their dog. For me, Julie London's version is the definitive and best - download it and judge for yourself, you will not be disappointed - tremendous off key double bass, sultry, velvety vocals, sublime and haunting.
Jesus, where do I start with this. Have you seen the plans. Concrete central. As a sop, there's a few trees thrown in for good measure, but essentially this is a slab of concrete. Just what we need.
Supporters claim there's more greenery than in the gardens as they are just now. They've wheeled out a tame horticulturalist who claims all the plants and trees are dying in the gardens as they get little sunlight. Tenuous stuff in the extreme.
Of course the idiots in charge of the city are in favour and the pathetic local rags are also in support. This cabal of delinquents are so in awe of the likes of Sir Ian Wood and Stewart Milne (who is unsurprisingly also in favour) that if they suggested building a leaking nuclear reactor in place of the Gardens they'd enthusiastically back the plan.
The £50m pledged by Wood has to be supplemented by the Council to the tune of at least £60m. Where in the name of Allah are they going to find that?
It's very magnanimous of Sir Ian to wish to leave a legacy to the city, although there is worrying talk of businesses in the city being pressurised into backing the plan and I've yet to hear a "normal" person in favour.
The likes of Union Terrace and Broad Street are windswept, cold places even on a decent summer's day. We are not Barcelona, Florence or Paris. We are Aberdeen and with our 5 days of nice weather a year, the last thing we need is a place to promenade. Think of the mess the place will get in on a Saturday night!
Now I know the Gardens are not wonderful. They are a no go area for many as they are full of junkies and winos. But the plans already in place for the regeneration are solid. Peacock Arts have a innovative plan for an Arts Centre, which already has planning permission.
The Victorian toilets, closed by the monkeys in charge years ago, are a work of art in themselves and there's plans to turn them into a restaurant. Spruce up the foliage, add a few cafes and coffee shops, get the Police to actually do their job and get rid of the jakeys, have the community wardens patrolling frequently and bob's your uncle. It'll cost a shedload less than £50million.
If Sir Ian wants to spend £50m, might I suggest he volunteers to clean all the granite buildings on Union Street, regenerates the original city square at Castlegate , buys some more art for the already excellent Art Gallery and assists demolishing St Nicholas House and that glass carbuncle they've thrown up on the side of His Majesty's Theatre and give me the change. :o)
But if he insists on concreting over the only greenery in the City Centre, then by all means do so as the New Pittodrie Stadium.
Music tonight - how about a bit of jazz? Cry me a River has been covered by every man/woman and their dog. For me, Julie London's version is the definitive and best - download it and judge for yourself, you will not be disappointed - tremendous off key double bass, sultry, velvety vocals, sublime and haunting.
Friday, 12 February 2010
Middle Aged Spread and the Lack of Time
Evening all. Doesn't time fly, can't believe how long it's been since I blogged. Usual excuses I'm afraid, busy at work, a million things to do at home etc. And there's a new excuse - middle aged vanity has kicked in.
Mrs MacBeth was given Wii Fit for her Xmas. So early January I decided to have a wee shot. It gives you a synopsis of your weight etc. It came back with the news that I am obese. Now with everything else nowadays, the term "obese" has been bandied about for people who are a wee bit overweight. But it still pissed me off to the degree that I got my arse in gear and decided to look after myself a bit better.
I had started to play five a side football last year with the guys from work, but I ended up with tendonitis in my right knee. Rest and physio is the only cure. So the good work I'd done playing fives went to the wall over the last 6 months and I probably put on about a stone.
So over the past 3 weeks I've jacked in chocolate. And biscuits. And worst of all crisps. I love crisps.
No snacking between meals. Eating more healthily at lunch and tea. Actually having breakfast. Cutting down the cans of beer at the weekends (will be a glass of red wine from now on).
Using the Wii Fit regularly, running for 10-15 minutes per day, doing the yoga and stretching exercises. And I've lost around 6 pounds already. Determined to get rid of a stone and a half overall. I'm hoping the physio will sort the tendonitis altogether so I can get back to the football again. And I'll be playing more golf this season and taking long walks with the family when the weather gets better.
Middle age creeps up on you and the belly does too. I must be de-toxing a bit too as I've not felt all that great. The amount of fruit I've been eating has given my insides a real clear out too!!!!
In the long run I hope this will all to my advantage. Time will tell if I can keep it up.
Music tonight and we're back to the 80s soft rock again. Marillion and their Scottish frontman Fish's finest hour - Kayleigh. Kept from the top spot by Frankie by Sister Sledge. Jesus wept.
Mrs MacBeth was given Wii Fit for her Xmas. So early January I decided to have a wee shot. It gives you a synopsis of your weight etc. It came back with the news that I am obese. Now with everything else nowadays, the term "obese" has been bandied about for people who are a wee bit overweight. But it still pissed me off to the degree that I got my arse in gear and decided to look after myself a bit better.
I had started to play five a side football last year with the guys from work, but I ended up with tendonitis in my right knee. Rest and physio is the only cure. So the good work I'd done playing fives went to the wall over the last 6 months and I probably put on about a stone.
So over the past 3 weeks I've jacked in chocolate. And biscuits. And worst of all crisps. I love crisps.
No snacking between meals. Eating more healthily at lunch and tea. Actually having breakfast. Cutting down the cans of beer at the weekends (will be a glass of red wine from now on).
Using the Wii Fit regularly, running for 10-15 minutes per day, doing the yoga and stretching exercises. And I've lost around 6 pounds already. Determined to get rid of a stone and a half overall. I'm hoping the physio will sort the tendonitis altogether so I can get back to the football again. And I'll be playing more golf this season and taking long walks with the family when the weather gets better.
Middle age creeps up on you and the belly does too. I must be de-toxing a bit too as I've not felt all that great. The amount of fruit I've been eating has given my insides a real clear out too!!!!
In the long run I hope this will all to my advantage. Time will tell if I can keep it up.
Music tonight and we're back to the 80s soft rock again. Marillion and their Scottish frontman Fish's finest hour - Kayleigh. Kept from the top spot by Frankie by Sister Sledge. Jesus wept.
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