Thoughts and ramblings of an ex-Londoner in Cambridge.
I got the link through Twitter, and just read it.
The lack of checks means the fakes included MI5 assassins and mafia couriers, while those that were real but should not have received this government stamp of approval included adverts for prostitutes.
I think most people already knew the scheme was corrupt already, but read the whole article here on the Huffington Post UK.
Universal Jobmatch Farce Shows Coalition Doesn’t Understand the Real Cost of Cuts | Nick Stephenson.
Yesterday was our visit to the London Drinker Beer Festival in Camden, my local. Louise isn’t a fan of crowds, so we decided to go early before it got busy, so that we could leave if things got on top of her. I suspect though, after seeing her get into an Augustiner Helles faster than a ferret up a Yorkshire trouser-leg, that I needn’t have worried as she got nice and mellow fairly quickly.
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I finally reached the southern village in Lou’s Minecraft world this evening! It’s the only one we’ve discovered so far, and it’s so far away to the south-west that until now the only way to get there was by boat, or through the nether which while quick can be awfully confusing, dark and relatively boring. Anyway, pics follow… (more…)
Last night, I was with a group of people in The Blue Posts, a Sam Smith’s pub on Newman Street. I was minding my business with a drink (which as it happens was in incredibly overpriced glass of Chenin Blanc) with my tablet on the table in front of me, switched off, others around had smartphones, some on, some off. The point of the tablet here is to monitor Facebook and Meetup to see when group members are going to arrive, drop out or when new members get lost and need help finding us. I and others do this in a few groups in man pubs and it’s always been great, especially in pubs with Wi-Fi. However, The Blue Posts doesn’t have Wi-Fi, so I was using my own connection. (more…)
This morning, as I sat in a waiting room full of screaming children for my appointment with an NHS nurse¹ — which was more than an hour and a half late due to traffic hold ups on the A40 — I got a phone call from a recruiter. Due to the situation, he said he’d call me back when I got home, and in what may be a first for recruiters everywhere, he did! Anyway, we spoke, discussed my employment situation and then having promised to send me a job specification for a position in The City™², he asked me to respond to the email when I get it, and hung up. (more…)