WORK RELATED ACTIVIA

Felt I better dip back in before Larry Grayson gets to run Great Britain, and we're all sucking minestrone through the Eurotunnel on a formaldehyde bed made of chintzy pottery.
Shut that door and bolt it by all means.
Put up a ruddy great wall as well!
But if poofters in wigs & dresses start telling our democratically-elected GCHQ how to run this disunited kingdom of ours, what hope have we got when it comes to restoring parliamentary sovereignty?
The people demanded we were back in control.
The people have spoken.

Call Me Dave's definitive victory over those bearded Trots in opposition was a rallying cry to all of those who had parents who fought a war (then gave birth) to keep us free from the tyranny of fascism and stinky cheese.
And now the Iron Lady is back, to ensure we rightly take control of what is ours, was always ours, and will eventually be ours, once we've ascertained what exactly it really is?

Bravo to Nigel and Iain 'Peace Be Upon Him' DS.
Sterling work by Govey.
And I have to say, I thought Gidiot was one of those neo-liberal centrists for a bit.
But it turns out, he's just like his father!
So.
Jolly good show all round.
(Mrs.Mac says you have to start sentences with 'So' now, otherwise the Under 35's can't understand you).

I truly believe that if we can get President Trump's Fajita-Fence to circumnavigate the non-Rio dagoes, and throw up a barrier between Buenos Arses and Port Stanley, we're only two corned beef tins short of a brand new British Empire.

http://yannymac-dwileflonker.blogspot.com/2013/03/hands-off-our-mineral-deposits-mrsargy.html

So.
Good times ahead.
Bit disappointed with those who decided to jump ship with the pinkos in June.
Felt Branson would've been more patriotic, what with all that tax he doesn't pay.
A beard hides a multitude of sins.
And I couldn't for the life of me understand why Wiff-Waff Cumberbatch's eldest chose to bat for the Johnnies??
I thought after Her Royal Highness the Queen of the Commonwealth & the United Kingdom of GB & N.I. gave him that CBE he'd be a betting certainty for a place in the first XV, a landed-peerage in Dorset and an eleventh series of Sherlock?
Let that be a lesson to any luvvies out there - Don't play colonial wikipeadophiles.
They're just trying to bring attention to themselves.

So.
The real reason I called was to say how delighted I am that this new chap Damian 'Peace Also Be Upon Him' Green has managed to finally get me back off the feckless gravy boat, and back into the coalface; albeit without any coal, but with the promise of a career in the Independent Contractor Short Term Engagement sector.

Apparently Lowestoft John (my Personal Adviser) will be called upon to display all of his talents at DWP JC+, and find me and the other 'boys that I meet down on the line'
( LOLL!! ! # -(:; smiling face - hashtag )
worthwhile jobs in the newly booming post-Brexit/pre-Brexit economy.I toyed with applying for a banker's position, but when I realised there were more than two banks to choose from, I had a nosebleed and panicked with indecision.


So.
I've decided to apply for the post of Leader of the Opposition.
If there is one?
Damo says if the ESA Support Group don't go for auditions, all of that lottery money they've been splurging on the soap-dodgers will have to be withdrawn through sanctioning.
I'm massively in favour as you know.

http://yannymac-dwileflonker.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-nothing-without-our-banks.html

Zoinking oiks (along with badger-baiting) are well known rural pastimes, and if Mrs Merkin and the Belgiums want to stop us from smoking ferret pelts, as well as denying us a good old pint of two-star petrol, then I say bring back the 8 day week.
(And abolish the weekend).
The sheep-shirkers have had it their way for far too long!
Tax credits and Simon Cowell do not make for an imperial nation.

Now all I have to do is get old Abbot-snatcher off the pot, destroy the multi-party electoral system, recapture Calais, trigger Particle 50 and run for leader of UKIP.
Tally-ho!

I wonder if they'll reimburse my expenses?
Those fine chaps at ATOS did.

God save the Queen.
And bring back compulsory boarding school for the Under 5's.

He Who Strives

He Who Strives

HEIGH HO/HI HO, IT'S OFF TO WORK WE GO.....

Had quite a problem with the title of this one.
Wikipedia is down due to some sort of industrial action, probably because of unionised Trots whingeing about their pensions, or freedom of speech.
Managed to Google 'Heigh Ho' and 'Hi Ho', and spent the past three hours counting the amount of results.
I think it's fair to say that 'Heigh Ho' is used by those of us who went to school, and 'Hi Ho' is used by the work-shy YouTube generation.
I will be using 'Heigh Ho' (over 3 million search results) forthwith.

I was at dinner with a bright young filly last year, who managed to persuade me that I should 'appeal' Personal Adviser Lowestoft-John's decision that I was 'fit for work'. It was fairly obvious that this young lady was a pinko, and that she'd never read any other paper than The Guardian in her life, but I gave it some thought whilst ogling her ample cleavage, and thought; if I don't test their capabilities, how can they test mine?

I'd heard several horror stories about people appealing, and subsequently dying, but I wasn't ready to shuffle any coils just yet; not with the prospect of Lowestoft-John finding me a suitable position as a wine-taster/food critic within the year.

So 'appeal' I did, and imagine my delight at receiving an incredibly prompt reply yesterday, from those DWP lackeys Atos, on the very day Dave, IDS and Ed Millitant were discussing the Welfare Reform Bill.
I left the weighty package unopened whilst I caught up on world news with the Mail Online.
Couldn't help feeling rather sorry for old friends Brigadier Giles Rowntree and Lieutenant-Colonel Crawley having to take early retirement, mainly due to that do-gooding Lumley woman. I suppose they'll still direct the odd military campaign from their conservatories in OxShott or Bagshot or wherever it is? (It's not Aldershot - marvellous town now overrun by unemployed Nepalese - terrible business).

So after my mid-morning G&T, I nervously embarked on reading the missive from JobCentrePlus in Belfast, hoping upon hope that they wouldn't put me back on the sick-pay.
I needn't have worried.
My Approved Disabilty Analyst Lesley had found me more than capable for work "and cannot see any reason to change the original decision given".
Luckily I hadn't really given them any reasons.
I listed my medications, attached a letter from my GP, explained how I can always be a little stiff on certain mornings (but this did not stop me enjoying fine wines & restaurant food!)and how I was hopeful that Lowestoft-John would find me a suitable employer very soon.

The rather sad news was that they had now moved the goalposts with regard to when I could start work.
Lesley said "I advise that a return to work could be considered within 18months".
This disappointed me somewhat.
It's obvious that I won't be considered for the Olympic Long-Jump judge now.
I'm unlikely to get the horse-groom job at Her Majesty's Diamond Jubbly celebrations neither.

The 33 page 'findings' (what is it with the Public Sector and trees?) did however highlight things that weren't wrong with me, and I found this reassuring coming from a designated government official.

I AM NOT likely to die within 6 months due to my chronic illness.
As I am male, pregnancy is NOT relevant.
I do NOT have a stoma, or serious problems with evacuating or voiding my bladder or bowels.
And I do NOT have a cognitive impairment or mental disorder that could lead to aggression in the workplace, or have difficulty in chewing or swallowing independently.

With that clean bill of health, I began my letters of application (cc;d of course to Lowestoft-John!).
I started with "Dear Mr Worrall-Thompson......"

IDEAS FOR IDS

After yesterday's escapade I find myself bedridden again.
It's the only downside to these marvellous drugs that those boffin chaps at Pfizer and Glaxo keep creating.
The quack says I'm immuno-suppressed, but I've never really taken much advice from a woman.
It would appear however, that if I get coughed on or touched up by the great unwashed, I do seem to inherit their filth rather regularly.
My encounter with the hoi polloi in Lowestoft's JobCentrePlus could only be described as " a lot of ill people with illnesses being ill all over other ill people".
I've no idea what I've contracted but I'm sure it's a symptom of the underclass.

So it got me thinking about this ruddy well-needed shake up of the whole benefits system.
Shirkers and idlers will always embrace a tickly throat, if a session on the sofa with 'Cash In The Attic' and a bag of Haribo are considered convalescing.
This will lead to further unemployment and an economy so far up the Swanee that it moors itself at Thessaloniki.

I propose to Mr Duncan Smith that those receiving income-related ESA (what we used to call the dole before Blair & Brown) go into the JobCentrePlus on one day, and those receiving contribution-based ESA (what we used to call Incapacity Benefit before Clegg & Cable) go into the JobCentrePlus, on an entirely different day.

The work-shy scroungers on the dole all receive FREE prescriptions (as well as dental, eyes & wigs) and therefore have no excuse when poorly.
They should be healthy & at work, or chucking-up their Lidl lunch at home.

Those of us who still have to pay for our prescriptions, seemingly due to paying N.I. subscriptions for many years, should have a one-on-one appointment with our Personal Adviser, who should be medically tested before each interview.
Contracting communicable diseases will not get any of us back to work.
Especially when we can ill afford the multiple £7-40s to combat them.

I commend this to the House, via the Daily Mail Letters page.


NEXT WEEK:
Why Most Americans Have Got It Right
http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/personal-essays/when-youre-not-sick-enough/

I HAVE A PERSONAL ADVISER!

On the very day that my appeal period ceased, I received a letter from the DWP informing me that I have an interview with my Personal Adviser next week!
The efficiency of the DWP Capability For Work system is ruddy awe-inspiring!
Well done IDS. Well done C&C. Well done JobCentrePlus.

My Personal Adviser's name is 'John' (as in Osborne or Bull).
I was rather hoping I'd be assigned a young filly, because like it or not, I tend to make more of my physical appearance with regard to the ladies.
But I tapped in 'DWP, Personal Adviser, John' into my personal computer's search engine 'Images' gizmo, and I was pleasantly surprised.
In the photo, I'm not sure which one is John, but both of them look like the sort of go-getting, action type that I crave, and neither of them has a moustache, which I'm finding unappealing on both of the sexes at the moment.

Inspired by Victoria Derbyshire's telephone-in (this morning she is inviting work-shy layabouts to explain why they can't find work), I set about creating an action-plan for next Monday.

I have to get to Lowestoft, so in order to avoid being jiggled, jolted & bruised by the commoners on the X2 bus, I've decided to book into a hotel the night before.
Unfortunately, most hotels on the east coast are closed for the season now, but I was assured by the receptionist at the 'Moon in the Spoon' that I could have a room with a disabled toilet AND coffee-making facilities.
I didn't ask her for a quote, as the DWP have offered to pay all expenses to ensure prompt arrival at appointments. They also offer childcare expenses, but the poorly wife doesn't qualify as a 'child under the age of one' as such, so she'll just have to wait until I get home if she wants her bedpan emptying.
She won't do much in 24hrs.

John wants to discuss all the available job opportunities in the area and which ones would be more suited to me;
about returning to college/university to retrain, 'Permitted Work' (which sounds interesting!) and tax-credits for all of my children.
And if John can't help me, he can then arrange another appointment for me with a Disability Employment Adviser, presumably because the advising that John specialises in, isn't anything to do with jobs or disability.

I have to say that I'm excited about all this.
Xmas really does seem to have come early this year!
But I'm aware that excitement or stress can bring on a flare-up, and I don't want to ruin what seems like the ultimate opportunity to finally get me back to work.

As a consequence, I will be taking a slumber-cocktail of amitriptyline, distalgesics, anti-inflammatories, methotrexate and fluoxetine, and retiring to my bed until Sunday evening.
The wife can do her own bedpan for a bit.
It'll be good training.

Goodnight All!


NEXT WEEK:

Would a hard-labour renaissance be a better incentive for petty-criminals?
and
Why ban smoking in cars when the car itself is the real enemy of asthma?

Careering Opportunities

I received another letter from the DWP/Jobcentreplus today, less than 24hrs after I received my notification of being 'capable for work'.
I often hear about tardiness and bureaucratic minefields within the public sector, but I have to say their administration department is bang on the money at the moment!
Well done DWP!

Having reassured me that I will still receive contribution-based ESA at a slightly lower rate than before, this follow-up letter pointed out that this will be for a period of 12 months MAXIMUM.
Dave & Nick hope to have the new Welfare Reform Bill passed in April 2012, and any of those work-shy 'bad-back brigade' who have already claimed 12months c-b ESA, will INSTANTLY have their benefit stopped.
I bet a few of them will be back playing Sunday Football before long!
(Let's hope their previous employer has had the good sense to keep their old job open).

According to the Comprehensive Spending Review, when all of the c-b ESA lot are off the benefits, myself included, £2Billion will be recouped for the Great British purse.
The target is £7Billion by 2015, but if we manage to reduce the population through starvation & hypothermia (see The Reduced DWP/Jobcentreplus Company blog), then a 50% tax on high-earners may no longer be a necessity.

I'm not sure what I want to do when I leave benefits.
I will need to have a meeting with my Personal Adviser (see previous blog).
Like most men of my age, I'd quite like to be a professional footballer, but there are very few vacancies at present.
If I don't join the Army, I'll probably try and train as a lawyer.

The fact that I now know my time on c-b ESA is limited, it gives me and other other people with similar chronic illness something to aim for.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a little bit excited.
I might double-drop my distalgesics in celebration!

The key point is that after April 2012 400,000 people or so, who, ex hypothesi, have passed the new Work Capability Assessment and who have paid National Insurance Contributions during their working life, will get no state support in their incapacity.
rightsnet.org.uk

The Reduced Jobcentreplus Company

My letter from the DWP has finally arrived, and thankfully they have found me 'capable for work', thereby reducing the amount of benefit I recieve, and saving the British taxpayer great expense, in this awful period of austerity.

I know one or two of you aren't party to any of the correspondence or procedures, and only have anecdotal evidence, portrayed unfavourably by lefty newspapers such as The Guardian.
So I hope I can provide you with a few facts to dispel the myths, and reassure you that Jobcentreplus' mission to get everyone back to work, is a sensible and worthwhile cause.

The first thing to note is that this is NOT 'a coalition government thing'.
The DWP/Jobcentreplus are no more Tory, than they are Catholic.
They are an autonomous government department, similar to say the Army, RBS, or the National Lottery.

The 5 page letter informing me of my right to work was probably computer-generated.
It would be hard for one man (or lady) to deal with 2million claimants, so this would seem necessary.
As a result, 3 of the 5 pages over-emphasise the point that I can appeal if I think the decision is wrong, but I must do it within a month.
As I have made a late appeal to the Appeals Tribunal in the past, for an overpayment of Housing Benefit, I can tell you that they don't look too favourably on your case.
The '1 month or bust' policy manages to sort the wheat from the chav, filtering out those too lazy to read the letter, or better still, those that can't read at all.

On page 5, the DWP explain why my benefit has now been set at £67-50 a week.
This is called 'Living Expenses', and covers my rent, bills, council tax, multiple prescriptions, clothing, food, travel, maintenance. It's a little less than my Incapacity Benefit, but they do provide me with my own 'Personal Adviser', and can also provide me with 'a work-focused health-related assessment with a health care professional', which is nice.

My new benefit is called 'Employment & Support Allowance' and is the same benefit that the pikeys, dole-bludgers and skanks all call 'ESA'.
I'm not one for acronyms, but I may have to reduce my black ink-output now, when filling in 35page claim forms;
so as we're literally all in it together, I will also now refer to it as such.

Bizarrely (probably due to an admin error or something), I can now claim for Housing Benefit and Council Tax Benefit, that will ensure I receive MORE money than before, provided I tell them that it's for housing, and not drugs or SKY TV.
I'm reluctant however, because the last time I was awarded these benefits, the DWP then decided they had awarded them in error, and asked for all the money back, despite the fact that I had already spent it on rent.
I will speak to my Personal Adviser about this.

Anyway. For those of you still reading, I think the bottom line is this:

Those that physically can work, will now all go back to work.
The Jobcentreplus has loads of jobs and telephones and photocopiers; you just have to attend and they'll do the rest.
This will save the country lots of money, and boost the economy, and make our children better citizens, by re-setting our moral compasses.

Those that can't work due to mental or physical incapacity, chronic illness or disability, will have the chance to send letters back & forth to the Appeals Tribunal, whilst still getting a reduced weekly benefit AND the support of a Personal Adviser.
Nature (thankfully a resource that NO-ONE has to pay for!) will eventually take its toll, and those that don't die of starvation, will probably die of cold. This will ease the burden on the public purse strings, create more jobs in the homegrown undertaking/grave-digging industries, and deter any immigrants thinking of coming over here and picking our asparagus for us.

I hope this has reassured you, in what I know is a difficult time.