For some reason I always think of those two other words “Affordable Housing,” every time I hear this mentioned.

Anyway, soon to rise to £10.40/hour. It’s been so exciting, getting those little payments in gradual increments, over the past few years, that my employer, like so many others, has had no control over. So for all those others on the bottom rung of the pay scale, who have actually bothered to get off their arses, like me, and go and do an honest days work, then good show!

Back in 2008, after being made redundant a number of times, I made a career change from engineering. There was a “Living Wage,” back then, but my money had always been, well above. In my area however, Work was drying up. So I made the move to security, which turned out to be a different ballgame.

Security companies, as I soon found out are a notorious bunch of tight fisted cunts, and some even seem to begrudge paying out this so called “Living Wage” to it’s employees, when it is a legal requirement. Mine is no exception. I take all the risks, and if I ‘fuck up,’ like some of the poor chaps I have worked with, could end up being hospitalised. It’s a dangerous world out there, and for all my efforts, I get a pretty dismal pay cheque, each month in return.

My head honcho, so I have learnt, pays himself a “Living Wage” of some £400/hour, for running his ‘family business.’ A greedy cunt by all accounts, and the word greedy just happens to rhyme with his surname.

The company is all ‘Money Money Money,’ that doesn’t give a toss about it’s ‘Bread Winning Workforce.’ I don’t care any more, now that I am getting ever closer to retirement. As long as those cunts at the D.W.P. don’t at the last minute, get the bright idea of chucking another year on top of that last one, something that still really pisses me off. It’s also a bit late now, for any more career changes.

So having worked for 50 years, it will be ‘Gardening Leave,’ and ‘Light Duties’ for me.

That final working day, just can’t come quick enough! The “Living Wage? Get to fuck!

Nominated by: Lord Scunthorpe

Health Chief, Amanda Pritchard has announced that middle-aged women working for the NHS will be allowed to work from home, flexible-working hours and/or be offered light duties as they cope through the menopause.

A report also suggests that the menopause costs the British economy something like £10bn a year in sick leave.

Rather than focus on reforming the NHS in order to reduce the massive cost burden to the taxpayer, as well as trying to improve waiting times, operations and bed availability, this stupid cunt chooses to ruffle feathers by declaring that middle aged women should be prioritised.

Of course this will piss off younger women in the NHS who will be left to pick up any extra workload the middle-aged brigade can no longer cope with. It also means male colleagues might get a bit annoyed because we too go through some form of equivalent menopause at that age, although its never really taken very seriously to a wider public.

Then of course there’s the matter of transwomen – you know, the men identifying as wimminz. Will they seek the same offer even though technically they don’t have a cervix?

The NHS is already struggling in lots of areas, not least staff shortages. But dear old Amanda doesn’t want to be troubled by that complication. And does she not realise that menopause can last anything up to 8 or 9 years! Does that mean affected women will be able to work from home on full pay for almost a decade without fear of losing their job?

As per usual with the NHS top brass, they get their priorates all wrong, but still demand more cash from the government.

Telegraph Link.

Nominated by : Technocunt

Now an odd nomination you have to admit, but what exactly is a wound?

It would seem in modern day speak it is a puncture to the skin that can be catered for by an Elastoplast or maybe even a blob of blue tack!

This could very well be due to my far from normal upbringing and a rather unusual first aid back ground.

My version of wound, is Gun shot, knife, severe or nasty and I expect a fuck off big adhesive pad to cater for it!

in all honesty I have had to cut most dressings down to cover wounds, so rock on 30 years and chuck in a bit of surgery.

I have just had a little bit of surgery, I have one wound Morse coding up my leg at two feet, second leg 3 holes each 4 inches in length.

Anyway I chose to have a bath which will require a dressing change, so I removed the jigsaw dressing made by the lovely nurse and got into a lovely bath of antiseptic and hot water to soak.All went well, a lot of dead tissue separated and left me with 3 points of concern and I dutifully dried making ready for my new dressing.

On opening the packet I discovered that the “wound dressing” would not have covered my knee as a child when I came off my Raleigh Grifter and was more suited to covering a large boil.

Wound? name a fucking inch square wound that is not a graze! Fucking woke, big up merchants have no idea what a wound is!

Fortunately, being of the Blue Peter Generation I was able (without sticky back plastic) to make a continuous dressing that did not touch the wound line (fucking 4 out of a pack of 5 that cost £3.99 per pack) .

Now I have patched myself up, glued my legs together, but fuck me the woke generation have a lot to answer for, do you wonder why there is an overload at A&E?

Buy a wound dressing from boots and you will find out!

Nominated by: lord benny(not quite deceased, but close)

When I was working full time for an employer some 5 or 6 years ago a common bugbear of mine (and some of my colleagues) was the holiday rota for Christmas and Easter.

It didn’t matter how early I put in my holiday request to have Christmas and New Year off as holiday, there would always be someone in the office putting in a last minute holiday request arguing that “I have kids!” and therefore must have preference over those who don’t have kids.

Inevitably they got their way both at Christmas and Easter, while those of us without kids had to live with this form of discrimination without loud complaint and work through those holiday periods year in year out.

Last night I was in the dining area of my local pub enjoying a rather nice meal. We were fortunate enough to have booked in advance because the room was packed, bar one empty six-seater table with a “Reserved” card on It waiting for its customers to arrive.

Shortly afterwards a family of 5 appeared at the entrance of the dining room (2 adults, 3 kids). They were arguing with the waiter. From what I could hear over the hub-bub of the packed room, the waiter was politely informing them the only table available has been reserved for another party and they would have to eat in the bar.

“But we have kids!!” moaned the mother as 2 of the 3 kids started to moan out loud with impatience of having to wait around.

Fortunately the waiter stood his ground and wouldn’t back down. The mother continued to argue the toss demanding to see the manager. However, by chance, the family of 6 who had reserved the table arrived, much to the relief of the waiter and showed them to their table.

The two kids moved from moaning to crying and their mother said to the waiter. “You have upset my kids. I hope you’re satisfied!” before the brood walked out of the room.

This sense of priority entitlement really gets on my nerves: just because you have kids should not mean you should have preferential treatment whenever you demand it!

Nominated by: Technocunt

This is a real piss boiler, any which way to call Racist.

It involves Lady Susan Hussey, who is not a cunt, former lady in waiting to the late Queen.

The attached link from the good old BBC reports that at a function hosted by Camilla about violence against women Lady H had a conversation with Ngozi Fulani where she clumsily (assuming the conversation was reported accurately) tried to establish Fulani’s heritage.
Posh royals do tend to speak in a way which isn’t ‘normal’ but from what I read it was far from racist, but don’t let that get in the way of sticking it to the royals (wait for MeAgain to wade in)

Who is Ngozi, well I am fairly sure I cunted her some time ago when her organisation Sistah space had their ‘office’ fitted out courtesy of Hackney council and then kicked off because they said it wasn’t suitable.

Lady H has done the honourable thing and resigned from her duties in the royal family to save further embarrassment but I firmly believe she wasn’t being racist.

Looking at the way the Nigzol was dressed anyone would assume she had flown in from some African shithole.

BBC News Link

Nominated by: Sick of it

And supported by these guys:-

Chuff Chugger

W.C. Boggs

Miles Plastic

Wanksock 

Lord Cuntingford

CuntyMcCuntface

and

Fuglyucker 

(There were so many long and detailed nominations for this cunt that we decided not to cut & paste each one into a consolidated nom otherwise it would have been far too long and almost unreadable. Therefore we are crediting the authors instead. Fill yer boots! Thank you, guys – Day Admin)