On what you cannot do in a public park, is general public madness taking over or what?

Remember when you use to through stones to each other in the fields and hope that “the enemy” wouldn’t catch you? Well, remember no more, I was peacefully strolling Hyde Park when I got to the Knightsbridge side and so this “peculiar” but serious poster:

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Oh, Come on! What else? Is that what the Home Secretary is being paid for? Perhaps I had a violent infancy, but no one got ever (seriously) hurt.

But I guess I was overreacting after reading the news on the Daily Mail where more than 270 pupils from four local primaries took part in the East Beds School Sports Partnership Athletics Day at Sandy Upper School in Biggleswade, Bedfordshire but (and here comes the interesting part) parents were banned from attending an inter-school sports day to protect pupils from kidnappers and paedophiles (and parents you morons!). Ridiculous or we should throw the towel in?

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On observations on the weirdness of human behaviour: the spitting street cleaner

You can call me old fashioned, you are probably right, age is starting to take its toll, but I saw something yesterday that got me thinking…

I was in Belgrave Square, the embassy capital of the British capital where countries like Germany, Austria, Turkey, Syria, Norway, Brunei, Portugal, Ghana, Spain, Belgium, Serbia and many more have made their or their ambassador’s home in London. It is true that Westminster keeps an eye on the place and perhaps because of special care, perhaps because fewer residents and businesses, the place is kept nice and tidy.

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On talking about the weather and the hell we are going through

February 2, 2009. What a day to remember. It was a Monday, right after… a Sunday.

Freezing weather from the East brought us the “biggest snowstorms in 18 years!”

No trains in or out of London, no buses in the city, curiously even the underground underground services cancelled… the great ex-Imperial capital brought to its knees by some fluffy snowflake and its mates.

And the aftermath? Politicians, pundits and £19k journalists started the usual witch hunt.

The journalists with a 7-day memory: The city wasn’t ready for the snowstorm even though we had known it was coming for four days (aka incompetence argument)

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On a traffic warden really pushing it in London, check the photo

This species hides behind the corner waiting for you to relax, and they dive right to your neck. Perhaps you didn’t even notice it, but he took a picture on his digital camera and while you drove off after with grandma, he was filling in your details in the PCN, Parking Charge Notice (British euphemism for parking ticket).

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On overcrowded cities and the raise of the Homo Iratus

Hobbes, last night we were discussing the effect of overpopulated areas in their inhabitants’ ability to care about fellow men.

After 4 years in central London, last summer we relocated to a small town in South Bucks, in a small corner of Greater London’s green belt. My point was that since we moved, even though London keeps consuming much of our daytime, at least we know most of our neighbours’ names even though they don’t live above or below us. Continue reading

On life’s realities and ego highs, the wrong approach to business is the common approach to business

Hobbes, a couple of weeks ago I told you of the team they were assembling at the retail company I work part-time at. It looked like a great idea to me, retail is in crisis and getting together different people from different walks of the company seemed like to smart and right thing to do.

But guess what? Woolworths went under, then MFI, sales are being brought forward left and right, retail outlets are losing appeal because why would anyone buy last season’s items at a 40% discount if you can get this season’s with 50% off on the High St?

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On Post Office preparing itself for the 20th century, and they wonder why they haemorrhage business

Hobbes, I am glad I have some time tonight, it has been a while since I wanted to write a post about one of the signs that no matter how hard Mr Brown-and-eye work, UK will suffer in the years to come.

The issue that will kill old Europe and might give some hope to the USA (as long as they stop counting burger-flippers as service workers and the doubling of computing power as doubling production) is not other than the matter of productivity. A simple 12-letter word that in places like Spain would take 3 people to put together, 2 to manage and 2 to supervise the job, plus 6 pensioners to enjoy the view and give directions (pay them all and you get rid of the 2,598,800 unemployed). Continue reading