Plutocracy

Yes people, tonight's Blip is an orange. I seem to be having trouble getting back into the swing of things, and keep ending up blipping my tea. Not that my tea was an orange, but it was part of it.

Today had a definite theme to it. Caroline has been learning a new word every day and driving me up the wall by repeating it endlessly in a sing-song tone of voice that makes me feel like I'm trapped in a Disney movie. Today's word is plutocracy - rule by the wealthy.

And it felt strangely appropriate. Fast forward a few hours and I'm having my usual Wednesday-night-marathon-blether-setting-the-world-to-rights-phone-call to my Mum. She's having a really hard time just now, working for the civil service and waiting for the axe to drop. She was right in assuming it would drop sooner with the aptly nicknamed Lib-Con in power.

Not only are they viciously cutting everyone's job but they're still determined to muscle everyone out with barely a penny in redundancy payments. Most of the staff are women in their 40s and 50s, many have worked there for years and many worked part-time when they had children, giving them a shit pension to look forward to.

Under their contract they're meant to get three years pay when they're made redundant but the Gov were trying to squeeze them down to one year. The Union went to court, and to everyone's surprise and amazement the ruling said it breached employment law to do this. So now the Government is changing the law. Greed and corruption 1, democracy and socialism nil.

What they don't get is that these people live in Wick, where there are about three new jobs a year to choose from, all on minimum wage.

I'm praying for a lottery win so I can buy my mum and stepdad Sud a gorgeous house in Edinburgh. Then they can look after my future kids while I swan about writing all day. Haha.

(But if I could do that would I then be part of the plutocracy? Ye cannae win.)

Okay, rant over.