Uncharitable 2

“It’s Comic Relief day! We’ve all got to ‘Do Something Funny For Money'”

“Tell you what. Go fall under a bus. I’ll laugh.”


Uncharitable

*mutter*

*snarl*

Red Bastard Nose Day

*grunt*

Although it is amusing to have a charity day on Friday 13th, in my opinion.  Now if only something vile could befall those who come in to work in fancy dress.

“Smile! It’s for Charideeeeeeeeee”

“Fuck off”


Priorities

Yesterday, wasn’t it interesting how the shooting of ten people in Alabama in the USA suddenly stopped being mentioned once the news of the shooting of fifteen people in Winnenden, Germany started to break?

It was as though the media decided that people wouldn’t want to know about both shootings, so the nearest and/or most recent one took precedence, and the other one could just kind of fall off the news cycle.


A Good Start (pt. 2)

Oh, and just to top things off…

  • The animals were a pain in the arse this morning. I’m seriously considering using aversion therapy on them – i.e. cause them pain, so they stop doing the things that are truly annoying. I won’t, but dear God it’s tempting…
  • Getting in to work early in order to get stuff done (and because I was awake an hour earlier than expected, due to the previous list item) it turned out that the entire IT department had no power. (There’d been a power cut at some ungodly hour this morning, and while most things were OK – including the server room- a couple of departments were knackered ’til people got in)
  • The power was finally restored an hour later, by dint of having unplugged everything in the department, re-flicked the circuit breaker, and restoring everything desk by desk.
  • We’re doing the mortgage application thing this afternoon/evening.

So yes, so far today is not going down as one of the better ones…


A Good Start

It’s obviously the month for bankruptcies and liquidations. Following on from my post the other day about a company I’d worked with going into Liquidation, I got a letter in the mail yesterday to say that my fucking accountant has filed for Bankruptcy, and is no longer part of TaxAssist.

I don’t quite understand how an accountant – someone who’s supposed to be good with money, and at least understands what the hell is going on – can go bankrupt, but that appears to be the situation. Even better, I’ve been paying through the year for my tax returns to be done – and now, just when they’re going to want doing, the fucker’s disappeared.

So yes, I’m a creditor of the accountant – I’ve paid about £6-700 all told (I need to check the sums) for him to do both personal and business tax returns – and I fully expect to get back a grand total of sod-all.

Today I need to talk to

  1. Companies House (to change the company’s registered address away from the accountant – another service I paid for)
  2. Inland Revenue
  3. The Bank

And that’s just for starters.

It’s going to be an utter fucker of a day, I suspect…


Different Perceptions

Yesterday, a man was convicted of killing a 23-month-old baby. Robert Cunningham, 23, had denied murdering Brandon Muir, who died in Dundee in March 2008 after suffering more than 40 injuries, including broken ribs and a ruptured intestine. During the trial, medical experts said the injuries had been caused by a “massive blow” to his stomach area.

Robert Cunningham was, according to the media reports, a heroin addict – and Brandon Muir’s mother was a heroin addict and prostitute. As such, one assumes that the child was listed as being on an “at risk” register with social services, and indeed had been in contact with social workers two days before his death.

In the much more famous “Baby P” case, the child had been seen over 60 times by social workers during it’s 17-month life.

So why did Baby P get so much media coverage and hysteria, and Brandon Muir received little to no coverage? (except for basic reporting of the court case)

I wonder if it’s because Baby P was in London, whereas Brandon Muir was up in Tayside, Scotland? Or would that just (again) be me being horrifically cynical?


Nothing But

Just out of interest, how can a certain TV music channel have a section called “Nothing But Music” that still has advert-breaks every fifteen minutes?

Or is that just me?