Afternoon of the blunt spoon, more like.
Bugger; sprung. Must admit, the Madam D disguise was never really my best and with all those randy bloody Frenchman about the place – well; I’ve played rugger against them and walked off the paddock with less bruises in sensitive areas. But the hell of it is not the knitting or that verminous wig; nope; false, veranda size tits are a nightmare, one under your armpit; t’uther heading South. Aye well, I’m glad you know; now I can find a new disguise, but I did enjoy the knitting; most therapeutic.
We have, Gobbles and the crew, been quietly getting the workboat ready for a busy period. It’s a pain actually, the passengers coming through in dribs and drabs. We only contracted for a full house, one off run for the Sleepy Hollow job, so we booked a space in limbo-land to park ‘em until we get enough to make the trip worth while. They’re a rum crowd and I’ll be pleased when the charter is over and we can get back to normal business.
There is a long list though, but apart from old Terry, non of the serious offenders have been sent our way – as yet, so it’s more an afternoon of the blunt dessert spoon rather than a night of long knives. We must wait until Boyd &Co take a long hard look at where the problem areas are and the real villains are identified until then, nothing much will change. This presents a double edge problem for Jeff and the team; they desperately need new blood, but no one with integrity, talent, experience and qualification will apply to fill in the gaps; not while the management structure as is remains in place. With no one wanting the jobs, to keep the place ticking over, the serial offenders will be kept on. So round and round she goes. If Boyd & Co want to hire decent crew, they must create an environment which will attract ‘the right stuff’ and as both you and I know too well, the work place and ethics are toxic right now. Would you want to part of team Wodger? working with Inutile Lad, Wickless and Madame Lash; course not.
Clean out the Sleepy Hollow warrens and covens, make it safe and attractive, then bring in the new school; within a twelve month, the industry will be ticking over like a well oiled sewing machine. Leave the serial offenders in place and all you will have left is clusters of sinister, feral, small groups, with sharp knives, looking to remove the threat to their rice bowls and taking advantage of the unlimited opportunities to make the board and DAS look incompetent.
The BRB solution was a simple one; hire a COO who knows how it all works, let whoever that is pick a team, turn ‘em loose and watch the vermin ducking out the back door. Reform the regulator, correct the direction; the rest will follow along as an easy, natural progression.
Toot toot.
Bugger; sprung. Must admit, the Madam D disguise was never really my best and with all those randy bloody Frenchman about the place – well; I’ve played rugger against them and walked off the paddock with less bruises in sensitive areas. But the hell of it is not the knitting or that verminous wig; nope; false, veranda size tits are a nightmare, one under your armpit; t’uther heading South. Aye well, I’m glad you know; now I can find a new disguise, but I did enjoy the knitting; most therapeutic.
We have, Gobbles and the crew, been quietly getting the workboat ready for a busy period. It’s a pain actually, the passengers coming through in dribs and drabs. We only contracted for a full house, one off run for the Sleepy Hollow job, so we booked a space in limbo-land to park ‘em until we get enough to make the trip worth while. They’re a rum crowd and I’ll be pleased when the charter is over and we can get back to normal business.
There is a long list though, but apart from old Terry, non of the serious offenders have been sent our way – as yet, so it’s more an afternoon of the blunt dessert spoon rather than a night of long knives. We must wait until Boyd &Co take a long hard look at where the problem areas are and the real villains are identified until then, nothing much will change. This presents a double edge problem for Jeff and the team; they desperately need new blood, but no one with integrity, talent, experience and qualification will apply to fill in the gaps; not while the management structure as is remains in place. With no one wanting the jobs, to keep the place ticking over, the serial offenders will be kept on. So round and round she goes. If Boyd & Co want to hire decent crew, they must create an environment which will attract ‘the right stuff’ and as both you and I know too well, the work place and ethics are toxic right now. Would you want to part of team Wodger? working with Inutile Lad, Wickless and Madame Lash; course not.
Clean out the Sleepy Hollow warrens and covens, make it safe and attractive, then bring in the new school; within a twelve month, the industry will be ticking over like a well oiled sewing machine. Leave the serial offenders in place and all you will have left is clusters of sinister, feral, small groups, with sharp knives, looking to remove the threat to their rice bowls and taking advantage of the unlimited opportunities to make the board and DAS look incompetent.
The BRB solution was a simple one; hire a COO who knows how it all works, let whoever that is pick a team, turn ‘em loose and watch the vermin ducking out the back door. Reform the regulator, correct the direction; the rest will follow along as an easy, natural progression.
Toot toot.