Dear Chief Secretary to the Treasury,
I'm afraid to tell you there's no money left.
Signed, Liam Byrne

(Outgoing Labour Chief Secretary to the Treasury. May 2010)
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Sunday, 21 February 2010

Today in history.

According to the sidebar links, today marks the anniversary of the publication of the Communist Manifesto in 1848.

There are many, many, other things listed here and here that happened on earlier 21st Februarys. (No, spellcheck, it isn't wrong because there's no apostrophe in a non-possessive plural!)

In amongst them is 21st February 1916, which saw the commencement of the Battle of Verdun, and 1924, when Robert Mugabe was born.

'On this day', in 1953, James Watson and Francis Crick proudly announced the structure of DNA to the world of science, whilst 'this day' in 1997 saw the première of the film "The Empire Strikes Back".

Which of these events shall we celebrate?
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How the Tax System works.

Stolen from NotaSheep :-
How the Tax System works.

"Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to £100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay £1
The sixth would pay £3
The seventh would pay £7
The eighth would pay £12
The ninth would pay £18
The tenth man (the richest) would pay £59

So, that's what they decided to do.

The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. 'Since you are all such good customers,' he said, 'I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by £20.'

Drinks for the ten now cost just £80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the £20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'

They realized that £20 divided by six is £3.33. But if they subtracted that from everyone's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

And so: -

The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid £2 instead of £3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay £5 instead of £7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid £9 instead of £12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid £14 instead of £18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid £49 instead of £59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

'I only got a pound out of the £20,' declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man, 'but he got £10!'

'Yes, that's right,' exclaimed the fifth man. 'I only saved a pound, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I did'

'That's true!!' shouted the seventh man. 'Why should he get £10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks'

'Wait a minute,' yelled the first four men in unison. 'We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor'

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works.

The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up any more. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier and weather is nicer. "
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Saturday, 20 February 2010

Dress Codes.

It would seem that Mrs R might be more than a little old fashioned, because all the other comments she's read regarding this matter have referred to the words that might or might not have been said - it's the words that have been the focus of the media too.

The thing is, Mrs R doesn't actually think it matters too much if a person has been called a "C**onservative", this is because so many bad names and bad words are used by some politicians these days that one more - it doesn't matter who says it - can just be shrugged off, and if I'm honest, there's been so much in the media about bad tempers and poor behaviour that yet another 'thing' about Mr Brown doesn't even raise the eyebrows. The media doesn't ever seem to censure him either, possibly because of the job he does.

And that's the point. After the Queen, it's the Prime Minister who is meant to, and who is seen to, represent Britain and all British people, which is something he seems to forget. He also seems to forget that there have been Prime Ministers before him and there will be Prime Ministers after him, unless he manages to change the rules without anybody noticing.

He is the one the rest of the world sees in the media, it's his picture that's flashed around the world, and stories about him and his actions that are representative of things 'typically British'.

But he isn't you know, he really isn't, because 'typically British people' don't go around using swear words, especially not in a business situation. They don't try to bully opponents into silence by calling them rude names - and if they did they would be taken quietly to one side and told their behaviour isn't appropriate, but who would dare tell the Prime Minister that their actions are inappropriate?

Picture, if you can, a typical British street on an ordinary day. What will you see, and what will you hear?

You'll see, in the most part, ordinary people going about their everyday business, they'll be doing it quietly and without a fuss. Any nonsense is likely to be coming from the teenagers, who'll be doing their best to get attention - they'll wear unusual clothes, use unsuitable language and do it loudly. With no reaction they might do it again, and again, until somebody takes notice - even a turn of the head is enough, because they're watching closely, and then they'll be off sniggering with their mates.

It's the same almost anywhere - the vast majority of British people are decent, and tolerant too. We get hurt when our Prime Minister and other politicians and policy makers are rude about what we think - because we've been brought up to listen to other people's opinions quietly and respectfully, we've been brought up not to have big arguments and call people names - at least not in public, not when anybody else is listening. No matter how many times we British are told we're racist or misogynists we know at heart we aren't, and are comfortable with that, because we're certain that when others take the time to get to know us properly they'll discover the truth.

This 'rule' applies right through the social levels - in general people do respect others, and are in turn are respected - even school kids, because there are far more decent kids than rotten ones, but they never hit the news unless they get beaten up by thugs.

Continually using bad language, wearing odd clothes or behaving inappropriately is almost attention-seeking of the worst sort, like a pubescent teenager seeing what they can get away with whilst their parents are watching, and who is disappointed when they don't react - so they try again, and again, to get a reaction which they can then react to ... and so it goes on, until one day the hormones calm down and they realise they're a grown up, and start behaving sensibly and responsibly - and tidy their bedroom, help with the washing up, clean the car and mow the lawn.

In the world of work there might be a time when a discussion gets a bit heated and the wrong words are used, but generally we're a fairly laid back lot and open to other, sometimes new, points of view because it's the way we are - we listen, think, negotiate and then either accommodate or ignore what we don't like. It's solved loads of problems in the past, and might have been a neat way of avoiding conflicts too - to walk away rather than react to bad words and irritations, and it's the boss's job to set the standard. If the boss can't behave decently then they're setting an example for the rest of the workforce, from the assistant boss right down to the chap who cleans the toilets.

One thing you 'don't do' in the normal world is go to Tesco wearing your pyjamas, the other thing you 'don't do' is pretend you're in a working environment and forget to put on half your clothes - even children in role play will get dressed up when going to work in their imaginary office, they do it because it's what they see the grown-ups do, whether at home or on the television.

This is why Mrs R finds it more than a little disconcerting that the current "boss" of UK plc - the Prime Minister - a man who expects others to treat him with deference, who expects others to treat him with respect - can be so utterly disrespectful of his own job, of his own role, and also of who and what he is supposed to represent. He has allowed himself to become so full of his own importance that he can't even be bothered to get dressed before having a work-related meeting, perhaps because he thinks it doesn't matter, that 'anything goes'.

Maybe it's novel, and as yet unwritten, policy that "All Day Pyjama Syndrome" is set to become the official office and parliamentary dress code of the future - with 'deniers' being called rude names for not going along with the new fashion, so much so that we'll soon see half-dressed politicians greeting foreign dignitaries both on the doorsteps of Downing Street and outside Parliament.

It's almost worth wondering if embroidered teddy bears or appliqué penguins be the design chosen for the next meeting with Obama ...
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Friday, 19 February 2010

Thinking of chocolate biscuits?

It seems that our Prime Minister, whose studied for degrees in History, managed to confuse two Royal Houses, replacing the Hapsburgs with the Bourbons.

The Hapsburgs are, in the Rigby household at least, remembered for their prominent lower jaw and the "Hapsburg Lip", whilst the Bourbons managed to get a chocolate biscuit named after them.

Freudian slip anyone? - Perhaps Mr Brown was recalling his Mumsnet interview, or maybe replacing Kit Kats with bananas doesn't quite hit the right spot?

And the quotes?
Mr Brown told a conference in London: “It was said of the Hapsburgs that they would never learn by their mistakes.
When he should have known that ...
Most historians attribute the remark about learning nothing to Tallyrand, the French diplomat who served as Napoleon’s foreign minister.
According to several biographers, Tallyrand made the comment in criticism of the Bourbons some time after their restoration to the French throne following Napoleon’s defeat at Waterloo in 1815.
“They have forgotten nothing and they have learned nothing,” he is recorded as saying of the Bourbons.
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FPTP

Via Dizzy Mrs Rigby discovered that Ben Bradshaw supports First past the post/majority votes
 The economists supporting Labour's approach are more numerous.
Mrs R thinks he means that because more individuals have signed a letter supporting Labour than have signed a letter supporting the Tories then Labour wins the popularity contest that nobody knew about.
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Help for Unions.


Want to know how to organise a rail strike?

Special instructions are over at Mr Eugenides' place
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Old Families

February half term comes at a doldrums time of year - Christmas is over and Easter is yet to come. Shrove Tuesday manages to make a bit of a culinary impact, but isn't often a much-planned-for 'event and social gathering'. The days are lengthening but there's rarely enough daylight to feel guilty about leaving the garden to slumber for another week or so, and for many people Spring cleaning either doesn't happen any more because either they don't have dirty open fires, it isn't necessary because their place is always immaculate, Spring  hasn't  started yet, or they can't see well enough to notice the dust.

The break from school comes at a time when no exams are imminent, so younger members of the family can be coaxed away from their computers and out of their rooms long enough to be told how much they've grown 'since last time' - which is always excruciatingly embarrassing, but dealing with it politely is an essential part of growing up.

Yes, that's right, we Rigbys have been doing the rounds of the far-flung parts of Britain catching up on all the family gossip - at a time when there aren't easy reasons to avoid being sociable. It's good to meet new arrivals and see little ones growing into adults and run a quick check of who's got what 'family trait', but it's also sad to see older relatives becoming increasingly frail at a rather alarming speed.

All of these people 'did their bit' during WW2, either on the battlefield, at sea, in the air or, even if they were still yet-to-be-invented teenagers, were 'keeping the home fires burning' - which is something few of them can afford to do any more.

Each of the grand or great-Rigbys (and/or their spouses) is fiercely independent, they all live in their own homes, of varying size and quality, refusing to either move in with their immediate family or into a more formal residential setting. Not one of them wants to even consider claiming what 'benefits' might be 'theirs by right', and not only because of the myriad of complicatedly intrusive forms they think they would have to fill in - it's because they don't think 'claiming benefit' is something they should do. It's pride.

Their generation, they say, don't take from the state unless the situation is dire, and none of them would admit to feeling desperate, none are willing to put their hands out for help and risk the humiliation of being turned away because once they were foolish enough to have carefully saved up enough money to put down a deposit on their, now deteriorating, home and make sure there was enough money to pay a mortgage for 25+ years - and the taxes, and the insurances, and the local taxes/rates.

These people recall snow drifts as high as a man and Jack Frost's patterns inside bedroom windows. They remember power cuts and petrol rationing, they have read and seen reports of the dire state of our electricity generating system caused solely by this government's refusal to acknowledge the need for forward planning.

They remember the time before the Berlin Wall was built, and some have pieces of that wall on their mantelpieces.

Quite a few older Rigbys were staunch Labour supporters, but not now, and it's quite odd to know why - it's because they've learned we get gas from Russia - the old Communist  and Cold War enemy that will, to quote one individual, "... do anything to get a toe hold in Europe" and "... will cut off the gas if they want to invade". Their fear is almost palpable, and disconcerting too, because they almost speak in whispers to say what they need to say and then, very quickly, change the subject.

They don't understand what's happened in the last few years because they as children they were raised to, "Be seen and not heard" and were taught to "respect their elders". They're unhappy with the way they can be pushed to the back of the queue and ignored at a time when they're most in need, and the men don't understand why all of their sex is branded a potential child molester when nothing would be further from their mind.

These people had to leave school whilst still in short trousers or because, well, because their school wasn't there any more because a bomb landed on it, and by the time it was rebuilt they were too old to go back. They remember food rationing, and how their parents did without to make food go further and they know very well that it's the elderly who suffer most when it's cold - because they remember what happened to their own grandparents - so they're more than a little scared for their future, although won't openly admit it, not in so many words.

Even though there was a welcoming cake or plate of biscuits and the necessary cup of tea in a cup with a saucer, almost each one of the senior Rigbys has, this winter, been forced to make the economic decision to either keep their home at a comfortable temperature or maintain a decent diet of cooked meals. There's no happy medium because they're all on small incomes, and have increasingly high bills to pay, and what little savings they managed to put by during their working life are vanishing rapidly because interest rates are so low and they themselves are incapable of keeping pace with new, better, accounts the banks and building societies might decide to  organise. When they try to discuss their difficulties at the premises of either building societies or banks they are either given leaflets written so small they're impossible to read, are told to go online, or are advised to pick up a telephone and navigate a lengthy user-unfriendly press-button process. Nobody wants to help them face to face, especially not the elderly men.

It's sad to realise that many of those in either power or authority have forgotten the older generation in the rush to modernise or change, and now these older people  have even more worries because they have learned of plans meaning that, if they leave assets of more than £23k, their 'estate' will be taxed to pay for their 'elderly care' - when they already have to pay proper wage rates for any home support they might need.

I wonder what they do in Scotland?

The current elderly generation have been sold short. They've lived through terrible times and have worked and been taxed all their lives. They are frightened to think that, in order to reduce a luxurious 'estate' to less than £23k, it's necessary to dispose of your home and any valuables at least 7 years before death.

Few have the advantage of knowing their death date in advance, which is why such a disgusting tax will hurt young and old alike, and more especially the old who only want to make sure there's a bit of cash and a few trinkets to pass onto the next generation - their final gift to their family.

So much for 'Labour' being the political party of the working (wo)man!
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Sunday, 14 February 2010

RIP Dick Francis 1920-2010

Dick Francis has died today, aged 89, "of old age" according to a spokesman.
 
Others can tell his life story far better than Mrs R, so I'll leave them to it.
 
Telegraph - Dick Francis 
 
Times - Dick Francis 
 
and more related to his racing career in Sporting Life 
 
We Rigbys enjoyed his novels, they showed a spark of humour as well as a love of the racing world.
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A* rejections.


In an article that details how some high achieving applicants are, this year, being rejected by all five of their choices it is claimed that this may be because they attend Private Schools :
In some cases, pupils predicted to get three A*s at A-level – along with a string of perfect GCSE results – are being turned down from all five of their choices.
In response ...
A spokesman for the Department for Business, Innovation and Skills, denied that private school pupils faced discrimination.
“Although admissions are rightly a matter for individual institutions, the Government is committed to ensuring that entry to university is determined by aptitude, potential and merit, not where a student was educated,” ...
Maybe they hadn't read this
Universities have been given the green light to vary the A-level grades expected from applicants depending on the schools they attend.
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