Once I’d scoffed toast and watched a bit of telly I had a
quick look at the Internet. Several people were crowing that cash is king
following Sainsbury’s episode over the weekend when their IT systems went tits-up.
For all that a five pound note can’t go down, I’m reminded of a mate who had
several hundred quid in cash stolen; you can cancel a credit card. You can’t
cancel a nicked fiver.
The chief executive of Sainsburys had emailed me this
morning to say sorry. That was nice of him; he’d written a great big letter
which didn’t actually say anything.
I had a quick Munz session, then set off to work. Again
much of the way out of Ashford was bunged up because of road works in which no
one was actually working. The traffic going up the motorway was especially slow
as well for no apparent reason.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were spouting their
usual drivel. Apparently Sadiq
Khan, the mayor of London, is starting his election campaign for a third
term of office. Despite being in office for nearly ten years there is still
loads wrong with London. Mr. Khan was being interviewed live on air this
morning, and he was laying all of the failings of his administration firmly on
the Conservative government. Well he would, wouldn't he? But one thing made me
think. He was blaming knife crime and youth gang culture on the cuts made to
social services and youth workers which have consequently made youth clubs
close.
What's that all about?
When I was a lad there was a youth club over the road from
our house. For a while I went to PAC (Physical Activities Club) which
operated up the road. I was in the Salvation Army's youth club for a while, and
the Barbarians swimming club and St Mark’s youth club. I was a cub scout, and
was in the Boys Brigade for years. None of these had any government funding.
All were run by volunteers. Like I was a volunteer during my thirteen years as
a scout leader.
Doesn't anyone run youth activities voluntarily any more?
I got to work. In between work I had a meeting with the
boss to discuss the hours I work; or more specifically how lates on Mondays and
day shifts on Thursdays are difficult. Fifteen years ago my work was pretty
much my life. These days work seems to just get in the way.
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