The Ghost Writer, the petition to save Powys Citizens Advice Bureau and a man on the phone.

The Ghost Writer was in his place of work yesterday as he had to move the server, he hates moving this as it must be one of the last of the old NT4 servers working away doing its bit on the front line in Britain. But as the Ghost Writer has said loads of times . . . . . . A cat dropped from a great height can’t catch mice until it lands on the ground. . . . . . He insists it is one of those strange saying that folk use all the time although I cant think of anyone else who says it.  Anyway he set off earlier than he needed too because the weather was wet seriously wet. Us Brits are good at complaining about the weather, but just for once we have good reason too as it is rare to see so much flooding for this long. 

As the Ghost Writer wandered into his office in his usual chirpy fashion (OK his normal grumpy self) there was a quiet pause and folk looked at him. As it happens he has this effect a lot when he walks into places I think it’s his ramshackle dishevelled image and bits of stuff falling off him that does it;  on this occasion though it was due to news that had been received. You see the Ghost Writer works for a charity and the core funding of this charity comes from Powys County Council who are trying or need to save 20 million pounds so one of the things they have decided is to stop funding charities, well the one the Ghost Writer works for anyway. It will not save a lot of money about one hundred thousand pounds, but the Ghost Writer is a cynical as well as grumpy chap and says he suspects that the council will target the folk with the least voices so the likes of folk in need of help, disabled and homeless and the like first . . . . .  He may be wrong though and they might make all the directors and managers redundant at the council instead. . . . . . . . Hang on what was that I saw . . . . . . . . . . . . . OOooooooooo look it’s a flying pig.

Interestingly as a change of subject I answered the phone this morning and spoke to a very nice man from India who said that someone at our house had been in an accident in the last three years and was entitled to loads of compensation from the Ministry of Justice. He seemed like a nice chap and I was not in a rush to rush off anywhere so I had a long chat; however he started to get a bit annoyed because I was not responding correctly to his questions, and in the end accused me of wasting his time and then he hung up which was rather rude. 

It has been raining again today and it is due to rain tomorrow followed by heavy rain on Saturday. Anyway in order to tie in my drawing all I can say is I feel sorry for any fire breathing dragons at present, it is just not the weather to help them one bit.

 For those that are interested below is an online petition for people to sign that will help the Ghost Writers cause in gaining support for the Charity he works for . . . Powys Citizens Advice Bureau . . . . . .  Although a national organisation each bureau is very dependent on local funding for core bureau funding. Without the core funding all the other projects it supports can not exist. 

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Meetings, Ghost Writers and large glass and concrete angular modernist building designs of the sixties

The Ghost Writer had to spend the day in his grey office on what started as a grey day doing an odd assortment of things including a meeting with his boss which according to the boss was only three and a half years overdue, it appears that it is normal to have a bit of a chat with the boss once a year just to make sure everything is OK. The Ghost Writer though is very part time and so tends to miss the boss quite a lot and as the Ghost Writer is an IT man he skulks about in dark small spaces as IT men (and Zombies) do, its traditional.  But every now and again someone from the national headquarters comes and does a bit of an audit and spotted that the Ghost Writer had escaped scrutiny for rather a long time, leading to his downfall and the meeting. He says he also discovered that almost all the things he said he was going to do at the last meeting he still has not done, but its OK because he is a very Cheap Ghost Writer and IT man and at the end of the day you do get what you pay for (so any bad typing and spelling is his fault)..

While on the subject of the end of the day, after a day of grey and not perfect weather particularly for us chaps stuck in the large glass and concrete angular modernist designs (boxes) of the sixties that reflected the principle that if a young child is given an interesting present in a plain cardboard box it will play with the box, therefore I have this cunning idea for a school full of children. I think it is why I make things out of cardboard to try and turn the box into the interesting thing that should be in the box.

Hang on what happened there I was saying . . . . .   While on the subject of the end of the day, after a day of grey and not perfect weather the sun has finally come out so that we can watch it vanish over the horizon  . . . . . O what fun . . .. . .. Typical, I may go and hide in a box. . . . . . HAH HAHAH HAH HA HAH HAH HAH ha hah ah ah hah ah ah hah ah ha ha hah ah Ooooooo mum has just said IDIOT.  

The Creature from the Black Lagoon is 28% more likely to eat the pears than The Blob, but 42% of Things do not like apples

The Murk and gloom are taking there toll on the masses in Great Britain and it continues to be grey and wet on an almost constant loop day after day. In School with the pupils starting to look rather zombie like the headmaster decided today would be a ‘non uniform day’. He thought we could all dress up and make the place chirpy and fun, full of colour and excitement. He was a bit surprised though when over 93% of the schools pupils turning up as The Creature from the Black Lagoon , 3% turning up as man eating giant slugs, 2% as The Slime Creature of Atlantis,  !% as The Blob,  !% as a Thing and Esmeralda as Lady Ga Ga.

Some Stats for my blog for today show 99% of all readers run away

Of course this is not what the headmaster had planned, and the trip by 53% of the pupils to the fish and chip shop at lunch time in the grey wet gloom and murk  resulted in 28% of the towns population panicking and 5% of them hitting the pupils with umbrella’s. Of that 5% almost 98% of them in fact were little old ladies, and of that 98%, 71% 0f them had a preference for attacking the pupils dressed as The Blob; which when you bear in mind is only 1% of all the pupils in the school and 39% of them went into town for fish and chips meant that 18 pupils got beaten up by little old ladies more than The Creatures from the Black Lagoon.

We managed to get back to school before 57% of the police turned up in 23% of the police cars but by then 88% of the fish and chips were soggy and then just when we thought if could not get any worse the Mathematics teacher asked us a question; he said “Well you now have enough information to work out how many pupils are in the school, I expect 15% of you to get this right before I eat 5 apples and three pears which I will share with six people equally, and one who will get 45% of an apple”

Sadly we never got to find out what the answer to any of this was because Esmeralda catapulted the Maths teacher over the school in the direction of the out of town supermarket with an accuracy of only 8% so he landed on the headmasters car, which was 100% damaged.

    

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