The Injustice of Modern Life

10 years. I’ve been driving for 10 years along the same bloody road to the same bloody office and back again. And in all that time I’ve never once, not once, complained about the arse-wipe thought police that see the solution to traffic congestion as being to make things even more difficult for the motorist.

I can imagine traffic planning meetings as being like something from the crisis meeting room in that Dr. Strangelove film with Peter Sellers….

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It’s happened – I’ve gone mad with power!!!

‘Right ladies and gentlemen, the traffic situation is becoming worse. Too many people trying to get to work and go shopping. SOMETHING HAS TO BE DONE!’

(Silence).

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Work – a No Brainer?

In my naive youth I always thought that in the world of work everyone in Asia worked because they were scared not to, Europeans (including the UK) only worked because there wasn’t anything else to do, and Americans worked because they loved it so much.

Of course age and experience has changed my world view. I now realise that you can find cynical Americans. There are hard working people in Spain, Greece and East London. And people in Asia do think independently.

And then as I passed a random desk today I spotted this motivational postcard:

It made me think perhaps we are in fact all the same. I mean we all know success is in no way correlated to ability, skill or intelligence right?

As for changing world views, not sure about the British. All we seem to have done over the years is downsize en mass.

Understanding the British

We Brits are very good at not saying what we actually mean. Maybe its something about the fact that we used to ‘rule the waves’ and now we don’t. Maybe we have a hidden agenda – you know just trying to work out how to get all that ‘Power and Glory’ back. Or maybe we’re just a load of duplicitous swine.

I don’t tell it how it is…

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A German Soldier’s Memoir of the Eastern Front

Anyone who likes history, and in particular military history, knows there is a seemingly inifinite supply of books on WWII. Mostly written by worthy academic types, these often huge tomes strive to analyse, understand and ultimately explain something which is, as time goes by, increasingly inexplicable. This book, however, is different. ‘In Deadly Combat’ is a memoir of a German Officer who spent most of the War on the Eastern Front. And he survived.

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