Monday 27 January 2014

Union news

There now follows an essay about the decline in my union, the PCS.  Feel free to fall asleep as you read.

The threat to trade unions by the government’s decision to end the check-off facility for collecting subscriptions is very real and is likely, particularly in the case of PCS, to be extremely damaging, if not fatal.

No one can be in any doubt of the political motivation behind this decision but we need to be very clear that it will have little effect on ordinary PCS members who already find themselves being represented, if that’s the word, by a rag tag and bobtail collection of Toytown revolutionaries who have already taken the union to the brink of destruction.

While it is undoubtedly true that in many, often unseen, areas the union carries out much good work for members but on the national stage it is almost an irrelevance.

Campaign after campaign has faltered and died, only to be resurrected during the annual AGM and election season before being allowed to falter and die, again.

After last year’s hopeless campaign, which appeared to start with pensions and pay but ended with a ‘stop the cuts’ slogan, there was a ‘consultation’ period which passed many of us by but concluded, astonishingly, with the revelation that members still fancy a scrap with the government.

Whilst there is undoubtedly disillusionment and even despair among the ranks, I do not detect the will for a fight, whatever that means.

PCS is inextricably linked with the ultra left in general and the Socialist Party (Militant to us old codgers) in particular and we have, in the view of this tired old hack, reached the end of the road.

The ultra left controls virtually every aspect of the union from full time paid officers, its branches, it’s national committees and it’s annual delegate conference where, despite the fact that hardly any members participate in the ‘democratic’ process (ha ha), the union’s policies are made.

With huge cuts for union time off in the last year, you just know that the only ones who will carry on fighting for the revolution will be the diehards, the Moonies of the ultra left. 

I hear people saying that ordinary punters should stand for election against the Trots but I will argue we’ve tried that already and it didn’t work.  Since 1984, those who reject Trotskyism have tried with decreasing levels of success to turn the union round.  And now it’s all too late.

I hear the voices of those who say that there should be a list of sensible candidates –a slate - to run against the incumbent ultra left but those who say that have no democratic structure behind them and no policies (other than ‘we are not Trots’).

I have agreed with the arguments that there is no point in running a slate to oppose the ultra left.  It’s too big a mountain to climb.  Any fight back would need to start at the bottom up, not the top down, and I see few people who want to enter the fray.  Because if they – whoever they might be – did decide to fight the Trots, they’d need to go in with their eyes wide open.  It would be a long fight, a very ugly and exhausting fight and, without huge resources of people and, dare I say it, money, an ultimately unsuccessful fight.

The current structure of the union sees a huge amount of work carried out by ‘lay’ officials.  With huge cuts to paid union time off, this becomes more difficult by the day.

So what to do?

Like all unions, PCS runs an annual delegate conference where over a thousand representatives get together and support Socialist Party ‘policies’ and turn them into union policies.  Conference costs a fortune, yet only a tiny minority of members participate in the democratic processes, or have the first idea of what goes on.  Nor do they give a toss.

My first decision as the union’s new Tsar would be to abolish conference.  With some of the money saved, I would appoint local organisers to represent existing members and recruit news ones.  They would get a basic (fair) salary but they would get commission if they were successful.

I’d carry out a root and branch survey of the entire union structure and scrap entirely the branch set up. Instead of lots of Bristol branches in different departments, I’d set up one Bristol branch, serviced by a full time paid official.

I would reduce the huge area structures to a bare minimum, as well as the departmental committees, regardless of cries from the far left of impacting on ‘democracy’ as they call their control of the union.

Instead of having ‘editorial boards’ of lay officials for union publications, I would appoint a professional journalist to oversee union publications and literature.

I would cut delegations to affiliates, I would scrap donations to organisations no matter how worthy they appear to be; in short, the union would exist purely to support ordinary members.

I’d abolish all annual elections and make them at least bi-annually, if not every three years.   More frequent elections don’t mean more democracy.

And so it goes.

I’d even seek a meeting with the PM despite everything that has happened, even to the point of offering a ‘no strike’ deal in exchange for better pay and conditions and agreements to avoid compulsory redundancies and transfers.


Surely it would be better than what’s happening now, where PCS heads to oblivion, lions led by donkeys who have far greater ambitions than giving a shit about humble poorly paid civil servants?

Sunday 26 January 2014

Happy birthday

Social networks get a lot of grief these days.

People making racist comments, breaching court conditions and possibly worst of all sick perverts grooming innocent children.

You'd think from the media that this was pretty well it.  Nothing but bad news.

It was my birthday today and I got a whole lotta love through social networks.  I was flattered and even humbled by some of the comments people made.  As I settle down to a nice refreshing glass of Heineken. I should like to thank you all.

2014 could be one of the better years of my life.

There's a chance of getting out of the rat race and working for someone else on my terms - or even working for myself (at what, god only knows).

Either way, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.  Only time will tell whether it's an oncoming express!

The black dog is at bay at the moment but I know, from bitter experience, that if you forget he's there he will bite you on the bum and pretty well everywhere else if he gets half the chance.

Thanks to everyone who has wished me well for my birthday.  I really appreciate it.

Saturday 25 January 2014

Golf

This golf journey, as we must call every life experience these days, has now been going on for some 20 months of my life.

I started off with nothing and I've still got most of it left, as Seasick Steve observed.

Still, it's been a lot of fun, sometimes!

My first round on the Thornbury Par 3, which is much more substantial than a municipal pitch and putt course, saw me card a 94.  That's the sort of score that makes you want to give up.  But I didn't give up and last summer I recorded a 59, just five over par.

Progress, for sure, but I am struggling to progress on the big courses.

Last year, I managed a very impressive 87 on the Woodlands Signature Course in Bradley Stoke and thought I had it made.  Since then, I have rarely broken 100 and some days it's much worse than that.

My first, and to date only, venture onto the Kendleshire saw me card a humiliating 132.  I feel I really should be doing better than that.

My coach, Sam Hughes, has turned someone with no obvious ability into someone with a bit, but I still need him from time to time to smooth over those rough edges.

My driving was abysmal when I saw Sam last week at Saltford.  He sees imperfections in your game and tweaks them and soon I was smacking the ball 200 yards, sometimes straight.  Same with my long iron game.

I put the changes into action at Woodlands on the Masters Course today and for the first six holes I was not that much over par.  But the first six holes are usually the easiest (even though I managed to hit a ball into the lake on the fourth).  Seven was okay, although my short game went to pot on this one, but eight saw me record a piss poor 11.  It's a longish narrow Par 4 and longish and narrow are not my favourite two words.

And it got worse and worse.

On the 12th, where you hit across a small valley (slight exaggeration) I hit it a long way, albeit a long way right too.  I found my ball and hit a five iron to within 50 yards but then there was a terrific hail storm, followed by rain.  I was soaked to the skin within 10 seconds and, shivering, decided in the most cowardly fashion to call it a day.

I fear I may have hit a plateau now, one from which I may never really improve apart from the odd decent round.  Time is against me (old dogs, new tricks and all that) and I worry I might lose my enthusiasm if I don't improve more and maybe get even worse!

There's always tomorrow, I suppose, and I may well celebrate my birthday in the driving range, slicing and hooking some balls around Thornbury.

Maybe I need to play - and practice - even more to improve, or not get worse?

Tuesday 21 January 2014

What gigs?

I wonder what gigs are coming along this year.

Last year was pretty good.  Todd Rundgren.  CSN (twice). The Manics and even Caro emerald.  The Ducktails and Treetop Flyers.

My tinnitus is not good these days so I have to pick and choose my gigs but if some acts come over I won't be missing them.

I am expecting Brian Wilson to tour, John Fogerty is doing Europe, Toto are promoting a new album and missed the UK last year. 

My big hope is Joe Walsh in the form of Barnstorm, his legendary band from the 1970s.  This, to me, was the ultimate power outfit.

I'm trying to give up arenas because the sound is so shit and the atmosphere worse.  Bristol Colston Hall is a small hall but it's got a brilliant atmosphere.