Monday, September 03, 2007

This is What Communism Feels Like

After having schlepped from Angel Court, behind the Bank of England, to Paddington station, tonight, to get home in time to turn round and go back again, I have a few questions about the Metronet strikers who apparently "deserve" copper-bottomed guaranteed pensions fed from my private bank balance for the rest of their lives.

Can these bums be sacked for breaking their employment contracts? Can I sue them for lost time and worn-out shoe leather? Is the Queen an Aardvark?

They should all be given one-way tickets to North Korea and kicked onto the plane. Then they'll be able to find out what a real iron rice bowl looks like.

Thank God for the cold lager on tap at the Globe pub on Baker Street. Cheers.

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