MP Jeremy Browne thanks Taunton post office staff for Christmas work

This is The West Country: MP Jeremy Browne thanks Taunton post office staff for Christmas work MP Jeremy Browne thanks Taunton post office staff for Christmas work

TAUNTON Deane MP Jeremy Browne popped into Taunton’s Chip Lane sorting office to thank staff for their extra work delivering the Christmas post. He said: “Taunton Deane's postmen and women are working flat out to deliver all the cards and presents. “The pre-Christmas period is always a hectic time and I’m sure all the postmen and women will be looking forward to finally putting their feet up on Christmas Day.”

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3:18pm Mon 23 Dec 13

Mr Billy O'naire says...

Quite right Jezzer old chap, quite right!

Good of you to trot over to the 'Royal' Mail Chip Lane Sorting office, and seize another pre-electioneering photo opportunity!

Such a shame though, that most of the dirty smelly, lazy, loony-lefty 'posties' refused to be photographed with you, eh Jezzer old bean?

They were probably out the back sitting around with their feet up in their luxurious staff canteen, having one of their lengthy and frequent tea-breaks: organising their loony lefty trade unionists' strike action. Thus further hindering the opportunity of the billionaires like myself to make further millions out of my sheer hard work and intelligence.

Royal Mail privatisation has provided a huge financial bonanza to us billionaires! And we thank you Jezzer for loyally handing it all to us on a silver platter...your loyalty to us billionaires will always be remembered.

Even before privatisation however, unfortunately all within the public sphere, so we can't continue to pretend that privatisation had anything to do with it!

Never mind we'll attempt to focus the minds of the great mass of smelly unwashed proles by continuing to use our austerity programme to distract them! They'll be so busy worrying about their job security, their diminishing pay packet, their privatised NHS, their decreasing pensions, having to pay more, work longer and receive less that they will put up with anything we billionaires tell them to!! LOLOLOLOL.... haaaaaahahah....AHHA
HAHAHAAH!

As long as the stupid lazy dirty proles fail to understand that real point of privatisation, has been to allow the private sector billionaires like me and my chums to cash in on it...life will continue to be absolutely spiffing and great.

Don't worry though Jezzer old boy; at a recent Bullingdon Club reunion a few of the chaps and myself were discussing your future over a few bottles of Bolly.

We've decided that if you don't get re-elected this time round by the filthy swinish ungrateful multitude that pass for the Great Unwashed nowadays, we will find you a place on one two of our many company boards. A fat six-figure salary plus expenses, plus gold-plated pension should help to keep you in the lifestyle that you've become accustomed to, whilst you've been in parliament helping to impose our austerity programme on the millions of plebs.

You have served our kind very well over the past few years and we shall return the political 'favour'. The dirty filthy ungrateful proles have probably all forgotten your party's broken promise of not raising University tuition fees, however, they're always moaning on about something or other. You are doing a marvellous job for us Multi-billionaires and millionaires by confusing the plebs with your gobbledegook about 'interest rates' and the like.

Keep up the good work on pushing the 'enormous deficit' myth that justifies further austerity: cuts, privatisations, job losses, wage cuts, pension cuts, NHS privatisation, enormous energy bill increases...You're doing a fantastic job,,, the fools believe every word you and your ConDem colleagues tell them...thank heavens they're too stupid to realise that we: the billionaires are having a whale of a time accumulating further billions whilst they tighten their collective grubby belts!! Hahahahaaaaaa!

If you do lose your seat, it won't matter to us of course as you were always just our second choice for elected MP in Taunton. We have got all the Cuts Parties in our wad-filled pockets....loads of money...isn't life great??!!

I've got to be off now, to have a word with our chum Cameron and get him to re-introduce the scheme where the unemployed have to volunteer to work for me for free or face having their benefits cut...I could do with some more free labour in my chain of supermarkets....ever

y little helps......me that is...Mwhooooaaooooao

hahahaahaha!!
Quite right Jezzer old chap, quite right! Good of you to trot over to the 'Royal' Mail Chip Lane Sorting office, and seize another pre-electioneering photo opportunity! Such a shame though, that most of the dirty smelly, lazy, loony-lefty 'posties' refused to be photographed with you, eh Jezzer old bean? They were probably out the back sitting around with their feet up in their luxurious staff canteen, having one of their lengthy and frequent tea-breaks: organising their loony lefty trade unionists' strike action. Thus further hindering the opportunity of the billionaires like myself to make further millions out of my sheer hard work and intelligence. Royal Mail privatisation has provided a huge financial bonanza to us billionaires! And we thank you Jezzer for loyally handing it all to us on a silver platter...your loyalty to us billionaires will always be remembered. Even before privatisation however, unfortunately all within the public sphere, so we can't continue to pretend that privatisation had anything to do with it! Never mind we'll attempt to focus the minds of the great mass of smelly unwashed proles by continuing to use our austerity programme to distract them! They'll be so busy worrying about their job security, their diminishing pay packet, their privatised NHS, their decreasing pensions, having to pay more, work longer and receive less that they will put up with anything we billionaires tell them to!! LOLOLOLOL.... haaaaaahahah....AHHA HAHAHAAH! As long as the stupid lazy dirty proles fail to understand that real point of privatisation, has been to allow the private sector billionaires like me and my chums to cash in on it...life will continue to be absolutely spiffing and great. Don't worry though Jezzer old boy; at a recent Bullingdon Club reunion a few of the chaps and myself were discussing your future over a few bottles of Bolly. We've decided that if you don't get re-elected this time round by the filthy swinish ungrateful multitude that pass for the Great Unwashed nowadays, we will find you a place on one two of our many company boards. A fat six-figure salary plus expenses, plus gold-plated pension should help to keep you in the lifestyle that you've become accustomed to, whilst you've been in parliament helping to impose our austerity programme on the millions of plebs. You have served our kind very well over the past few years and we shall return the political 'favour'. The dirty filthy ungrateful proles have probably all forgotten your party's broken promise of not raising University tuition fees, however, they're always moaning on about something or other. You are doing a marvellous job for us Multi-billionaires and millionaires by confusing the plebs with your gobbledegook about 'interest rates' and the like. Keep up the good work on pushing the 'enormous deficit' myth that justifies further austerity: cuts, privatisations, job losses, wage cuts, pension cuts, NHS privatisation, enormous energy bill increases...You're doing a fantastic job,,, the fools believe every word you and your ConDem colleagues tell them...thank heavens they're too stupid to realise that we: the billionaires are having a whale of a time accumulating further billions whilst they tighten their collective grubby belts!! Hahahahaaaaaa! If you do lose your seat, it won't matter to us of course as you were always just our second choice for elected MP in Taunton. We have got all the Cuts Parties in our wad-filled pockets....loads of money...isn't life great??!! I've got to be off now, to have a word with our chum Cameron and get him to re-introduce the scheme where the unemployed have to volunteer to work for me for free or face having their benefits cut...I could do with some more free labour in my chain of supermarkets....ever y little helps......me that is...Mwhooooaaooooao hahahaahaha!! Mr Billy O'naire

3:31pm Mon 23 Dec 13

Mr Billy O'naire says...

This correction to the above statement has been duly submitted by my previous secretary who has been subsequently sacked and replaced by someone on an even lower wage that they believe to be a 'salary' lololololll.....HAHA
HAHAHAHAAA!

Correction:

Even before privatisation profits were increasing. Pre-tax profits were £233m for the six months to 29 September, up from £94m a year earlier.

Unfortunately; however, this was all within the public sphere, so no one can pretend that privatisation had anything to do with it.
This correction to the above statement has been duly submitted by my previous secretary who has been subsequently sacked and replaced by someone on an even lower wage that they believe to be a 'salary' lololololll.....HAHA HAHAHAHAAA! Correction: Even before privatisation profits were increasing. Pre-tax profits were £233m for the six months to 29 September, up from £94m a year earlier. Unfortunately; however, this was all within the public sphere, so no one can pretend that privatisation had anything to do with it. Mr Billy O'naire

7:20pm Mon 23 Dec 13

Mr Victor Meldrew says...

this ball-less sac of pus Jeremy is a nob and waste of space, thieving councillors, getting the country to carry there fat backsides, paying for a second house, luxury furnishings, these so called community representatives are nothing but crooks, a student going to university goes into communal halls of residents, MP should do the same, its a joke to finance a property for each one of these charlatans ,
nominating themselves for a 11% boost in there salary's, when the nations are at 0% or 1% against inflation of 2.5% , is disgusting , I will not vote for this MP if he takes this money, its criminal
this ball-less sac of pus Jeremy is a nob and waste of space, thieving councillors, getting the country to carry there fat backsides, paying for a second house, luxury furnishings, these so called community representatives are nothing but crooks, a student going to university goes into communal halls of residents, MP should do the same, its a joke to finance a property for each one of these charlatans , nominating themselves for a 11% boost in there salary's, when the nations are at 0% or 1% against inflation of 2.5% , is disgusting , I will not vote for this MP if he takes this money, its criminal Mr Victor Meldrew

8:05pm Mon 23 Dec 13

Somerset.SocialistParty says...

Royal Mail's latest ad: the hypocrisy of capitalism in one minute

Royal Mail's management don't regard you as customers but recipients, simply a way to deliver returns to their investors

The first TV advert from Royal Mail since privatisation was shown over the weekend, during the X Factor and Downton Abbey.

The advert features the Royal Mail Choir, singing their version of the Beatles' All You Need Is Love, while postmen and women deliver parcels to their appreciative customers.

Here's a summary: a Sikh postie; a little girl placing stamps on a parcel; a man paying for his parcel delivery online; parcels on a conveyor belt; deliveries to a café, stately home, garage complete with garage-band and little girl's birthday party; a Muslim postie; delivery to a factory; a black female postie; delivery to a London townhouse; two rain-soaked posties; a Royal Mail lorry driving past a remote village; a little girl opening up a letter box; a postie dwarfed by a huge block of flats, followed by the slogan: "We deliver one billion parcels a year"; ending with the words "We love parcels".

Everyone is smiling.

And there you have it: the hypocrisy of advanced capitalism in precisely one minute.

Royal Mail delivers none of that. It doesn't deliver love. It doesn't deliver to stately homes, to garages or to birthday parties. It doesn't deliver hope and anticipation. It doesn't deliver mail to remote communities. It doesn't deliver friendliness in the rain. It doesn't even deliver parcels. We do all of that: the men and women of all backgrounds and ethnicities who work for Royal Mail. That's our job.

Now that it is privatised, Royal Mail's job is simply to deliver returns to its investors.

For a long time now Royal Mail has been divided, between management and postal workers, between those who see it as a business and those who see it as a service. The people who commissioned that advert are the former rather than the latter. It's not a service to them, it's a way of making money.

We were told many years ago: "Granny Smith doesn't matter any more."

"Granny Smith" is the postal worker's affectionate nickname for you. For the people that we regard as our customers, the people we meet on the doorstep every day. But Royal Mail management don't regard you as their customers. You are merely recipients. Their customers are the people who send the mail in large quantities: the utility companies, the banks, the advertisers, the bulk deliverers, the people who churn letters out by the ton using advanced computer systems, the mailshot companies using lists they've purchased from other advertisers, the conveyors of junk mail and other unwanted material, the people who fill your halls with rubbish, the landfill merchants. Those are Royal Mail's customers, not you. That's the hypocrisy of that advert. They know that postal workers are held in high regard by the public. They know that most of us will go out of our way to look after our customers, that we will do our best even in adverse circumstances, that we will give that cheery smile in the rain. That was always the case in the past, though it's getting rarer.

In the old days, we loved our job. It was great getting out and about delivering the service we knew you wanted. The work was energetic but satisfying. It brought us face to face with our neighbours. And we had a little time to spare back then. There were enough of us doing the job to get the work done and still have enough time left over to lead lives of our own.

Fifteen years ago, the average delivery span was two and a half hours. That's two and a half hours of high-octane energy expenditure: a workout by any other name. It kept us fit, it kept us happy, it kept the endorphins flowing to our brains.

We would get up early to greet the dawn and have the mail on your doorstep by breakfast.

Ten years ago the delivery spans were increased to three and a half hours. These days the average delivery span is four to four and a half hours. Eventually, the endorphins cease flowing and the pain starts to kick in. We walk till we ache. We no longer have time for our customers and we're so dog-tired at the end of the day that we don't even have time for ourselves. We eat, we sleep, we work.

This is called "productivity". Fewer posties doing more work, at a faster rate. In the past decade the company has shed 50,000 jobs, with more job losses promised.

Fewer jobs means more work for me. More hours on my feet. More weight in my trolley. More gates, more doorsteps, more letter boxes. More miles of trudging drudgery on the streets of my town.

The choice of programmes during which to air the advert was telling.

The X Factor represents the illusion of capitalism, that we may find a way out of its servitude one day: that some of us, through good luck or talent, may be given the keys to escape. Downton Abbey represents the reality: a servant class serving a privileged elite.

As a public service our service was to you, the public. As a privatised monopoly our service will now be to the shareholders.

Fight back against this rotten organically corrupt capitalist system: join the Socialist Party at: www.socialistparty.o
rg.uk
Royal Mail's latest ad: the hypocrisy of capitalism in one minute Royal Mail's management don't regard you as customers but recipients, simply a way to deliver returns to their investors The first TV advert from Royal Mail since privatisation was shown over the weekend, during the X Factor and Downton Abbey. The advert features the Royal Mail Choir, singing their version of the Beatles' All You Need Is Love, while postmen and women deliver parcels to their appreciative customers. Here's a summary: a Sikh postie; a little girl placing stamps on a parcel; a man paying for his parcel delivery online; parcels on a conveyor belt; deliveries to a café, stately home, garage complete with garage-band and little girl's birthday party; a Muslim postie; delivery to a factory; a black female postie; delivery to a London townhouse; two rain-soaked posties; a Royal Mail lorry driving past a remote village; a little girl opening up a letter box; a postie dwarfed by a huge block of flats, followed by the slogan: "We deliver one billion parcels a year"; ending with the words "We love parcels". Everyone is smiling. And there you have it: the hypocrisy of advanced capitalism in precisely one minute. Royal Mail delivers none of that. It doesn't deliver love. It doesn't deliver to stately homes, to garages or to birthday parties. It doesn't deliver hope and anticipation. It doesn't deliver mail to remote communities. It doesn't deliver friendliness in the rain. It doesn't even deliver parcels. We do all of that: the men and women of all backgrounds and ethnicities who work for Royal Mail. That's our job. Now that it is privatised, Royal Mail's job is simply to deliver returns to its investors. For a long time now Royal Mail has been divided, between management and postal workers, between those who see it as a business and those who see it as a service. The people who commissioned that advert are the former rather than the latter. It's not a service to them, it's a way of making money. We were told many years ago: "Granny Smith doesn't matter any more." "Granny Smith" is the postal worker's affectionate nickname for you. For the people that we regard as our customers, the people we meet on the doorstep every day. But Royal Mail management don't regard you as their customers. You are merely recipients. Their customers are the people who send the mail in large quantities: the utility companies, the banks, the advertisers, the bulk deliverers, the people who churn letters out by the ton using advanced computer systems, the mailshot companies using lists they've purchased from other advertisers, the conveyors of junk mail and other unwanted material, the people who fill your halls with rubbish, the landfill merchants. Those are Royal Mail's customers, not you. That's the hypocrisy of that advert. They know that postal workers are held in high regard by the public. They know that most of us will go out of our way to look after our customers, that we will do our best even in adverse circumstances, that we will give that cheery smile in the rain. That was always the case in the past, though it's getting rarer. In the old days, we loved our job. It was great getting out and about delivering the service we knew you wanted. The work was energetic but satisfying. It brought us face to face with our neighbours. And we had a little time to spare back then. There were enough of us doing the job to get the work done and still have enough time left over to lead lives of our own. Fifteen years ago, the average delivery span was two and a half hours. That's two and a half hours of high-octane energy expenditure: a workout by any other name. It kept us fit, it kept us happy, it kept the endorphins flowing to our brains. We would get up early to greet the dawn and have the mail on your doorstep by breakfast. Ten years ago the delivery spans were increased to three and a half hours. These days the average delivery span is four to four and a half hours. Eventually, the endorphins cease flowing and the pain starts to kick in. We walk till we ache. We no longer have time for our customers and we're so dog-tired at the end of the day that we don't even have time for ourselves. We eat, we sleep, we work. This is called "productivity". Fewer posties doing more work, at a faster rate. In the past decade the company has shed 50,000 jobs, with more job losses promised. Fewer jobs means more work for me. More hours on my feet. More weight in my trolley. More gates, more doorsteps, more letter boxes. More miles of trudging drudgery on the streets of my town. The choice of programmes during which to air the advert was telling. The X Factor represents the illusion of capitalism, that we may find a way out of its servitude one day: that some of us, through good luck or talent, may be given the keys to escape. Downton Abbey represents the reality: a servant class serving a privileged elite. As a public service our service was to you, the public. As a privatised monopoly our service will now be to the shareholders. Fight back against this rotten organically corrupt capitalist system: join the Socialist Party at: www.socialistparty.o rg.uk Somerset.SocialistParty

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