Saturday, 4 December 2010
Disappointed
Promises, promises
Old tired, worn out second hand sentences
One thing, with you is certain
You’re a really sad person. So sad.
CHORUS
Disappointed a few people
When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn't that what friends are for?
What are friends for?
You, you're just a really bad person
Who won't, you won't, listen to anyone. No not you
With those half moon eyelids
Just babbling on, your useless defences. So sad.
CHORUS
This erratic haphazard, fluttering
This to-ing and fro-ing
Like a confused moth
The collusion, illusion
And it's all ad infinitum
You're a really sad person. You're really so sad
CHORUS
Fools and horses
Running their courses
And brow beaten down
Like dust on the ground
You cheat easily
Like sweet charity
And all of the bastards
The world despises
Springing surprises
In newer disguises
You cheat easily
Like all charity
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I was listening to this and I realised it sums up many of the feelings I am feeling right now as we contemplate the wholesale destruction of Barnet Council.
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3 comments:
Great song and I feel so sorry for the Council workers who have to endure a Christmas not knowing whether they will have a job in 2011 or not. Not a very humane way of sorting it out.
This is shrinking the state writ large. It's on the ideological road of reducing the council to merely a tiny core of (very well paid) contract negotiating and monitoring staff.
Maybe someone can correct me if I'm wrong, but have there been market comparisons, to compare the effectiveness and long-term cost of completely privatised services?
The budget cuts are large, but they are not this large. It is the case of "don't let a good crisis go to waste" to provide cover for these "right-of-Margaret-Thatcher" politicians.
"She began the process [based, incidentally, on more rational and flexible judgements]. We will complete the job."
Shame to see a formerly-respected local journalist from the 'Barnet Press' joining that den of iniquity, hell-hole of depraved behaviour, purveyor of untruths, that is the "London Borough of Barnet Press Office".
(You may gather I don't like them. Neither, I suggest, should you.)
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