Leaderboard

Take some time off. Then make the decision. Ultimately you have to look after yourself and the wife.

In these Brexit times, it is clear that it is time to clamp down hard of fussy eaters and throw them out of the UK. I do not mean people with allergies, nor veggies. I mean people who not only prefer boring food, but insist that everyone else has boring food too. I recently joined a Danish project group in Portsmouth. They were eating at a Jamie Oliver's and the Holiday Inn as apparently, there was not realistic chance of finding something better in an English city. In the first week, we had found several far better places and sure enough the one who had insisted that there was nothing better and it was England's fault that the food was bland had chosed the most boring thing on every menu. You want korma? That's fine. I will have a Madras. But you want to share and you do not like spicey food? No - we are not having tikka masala and korma as I do not have the palate of the five year old. Indeed, from next month, in that scenario, we are having madras and vindaloo. In the USA, the situation is worse. The disagreement about whether one packet or two of coffee go into the filter coffee machine should be straight forward. Put two in and it is easy to add hot water to your coffee if you like it weaker. But no! The boring people want to have one packet as they are not happy unless everyone is bored too. And oysters! My Mum was having her first oyster. Boring eater has to continually shout about how disgusting oysters are while she tries to eat it. They cannot handle people enjoying life outside of their pathetic boundaries. And people who are veggie, but will eat chicken. They can flip right off. People who sneer at black pudding, offal, or pork scratchings, but will eat off that stuff if it is mushed up and sold in a Jamie Oliver ready made lasagne. Generally, will eat any food as long as it is boring and ideally everyone else should have to do the same.

So, that's me off for five weeks until April. Hmmm...

Stockport RL left the Seniors Competition at the end of the 1902/03 season after they finished at the bottom of the second division. It would appear that they continued as a club in the Lancashire Seconds Competition* until they folded some time during the 1905/06 season. They were joined at Edgely Park by the soccer mob at the start of their 1902/03 season, thus they only ground shared for one season as a Senior team but shared for a further 3 seasons after that. *The Lancashire Seconds Competition really ended in 1901 but clubs still played in a minor competition which I refered to as Seconds.

That'll be one of the more beautiful buildings in Billingham.

Thanks all. It's the push to continually lower my ethical boundaries that's really getting to me plus being expected to take collective responsibility for ethically bankrupt decisions. I think I just need a decent break to put it all in context before I commit to a decision.

Fair enough. I used to work with a bloke whose Dad wrote the programme notes for Billingham Synthonia FC. The club was originally formed by ICI workers and Synthonia is a contraction of Synthetic Ammonia.

You know how the saying is "act in haste, repent at leisure". Well, my resignation letter is written and I've set myself a deadline to hand it in of either Wednesday morning if I don't stop being angry or tomorrow if I'm pushed to make a decision. Alternatively, I may go get myself signed off as I'm so burned out I'm getting severely dysfunctional. I'll see what I'm like in the morning. I've no idea how people put up with this for decades with any shred of ethical rigour left. I'm fed up of the funny looks when I query the ethicality of a decision or comments about "that's not how things work" when I push to understand the "why" of a dubious decision. It has taken the NHS to break in me what couldn't be done with two war zones, a tour of NI, damaging my body so far in the army that I'm officially disabled with a war pension, almost two decades of multinational work stress, seven years of my wife being severely ill with five separate incidents where I had the "chat" with the consultant about her future. None of that broke me, the NHS has. ---- Edit: After the cathartic nature of typing that, my phone is set for 7:55 when I'll call the GP surgery for an appointment. I like this forum just for a place I can come and let rip while working things through. So, thanks for reading and sorry for the self indulgent rant.