UKMT Summer 2020 - Two Pints of Saline and Abacavir for Drip

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Sad Panda: Sep 22, 2004; I'm a Sad Panda.

Jedit posted:

Got some feedback on the recipe from the marental unit. She says "a bit too much clove and not quite enough cinnamon". Take that for what it's worth.

The clove was a bit strong for me too would be my feedback.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:01

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# ? May 24, 2024 20:48

TACD: Oct 27, 2000

OwlFancier posted:

If she has an email from her boss asking her to work while on furlough then HMRC might be quite interested in that

If she needs something to twist their arm a bit.

The work request was done over phone but she cleverly emailed him afterwards to ask a question about it which he replied to, so there is definitely evidence that he knew she was working.

Lord of the Llamas posted:

Yes this sounds extremely suspect and probably illegal.

namesake posted:

Workers could be required to take holiday while on furlough but they had to be notified of this in advance so yes there's no retroactive holidays while furloughed.

Cheers, that's what I thought

I shall encourage her to stick the legal boot in.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:03

Jose: Jul 24, 2007; Adrian Chiles is a broadcaster and writer

Brendan Rodgers posted:

Crisps belong in basically every sandwich, this is the key to fine dining. Butter, pickle, cheese, sandwich meat of choice + crisps of choice *chefs kiss*

crispy onions from the supermarket make a great addition when y ou want some crunch but not the flavour of crisps

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:10

Microplastics: Jul 6, 2007; It's what's for dinner.

TACD posted:

, in which he also asked if she’d be willing to take payment in lieu of 9 days’ holiday because

Gee i wonder if he asked that from literally every other employee.

If i were them I'd raise it with colleagues and see if they're all getting shafted. Then they could all have a meeting together to share their concerns and "Possible Next Steps" (make sure the managers see the agenda)

Microplastics fucked around with this message at 16:15 on Jun 17, 2020

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:10

Microplastics: Jul 6, 2007; It's what's for dinner.

TACD posted:

Cheers, that's what I thought I shall encourage her to stick the legal boot in.

I'm running your scenario past a friend of mine who works at the CAB, but i know already that he'll advise "don't start with any kind of legal talk, just assume they made an honest mistake, ask them to correct, and go from there"

And go to the CAB before confronting them

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:13

Bobstar: Feb 8, 2006; KartooshFace, you are not responding efficiently!

Still looking forward to my fudge. Post from the UK took forever to get here even before the pandemic, no idea why. Or it's been eaten by a badger on the way.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:15

Microplastics: Jul 6, 2007; It's what's for dinner.

Yeah I'm waiting for mine too. Would've been quicker to walk over and collect it

(turns out i live pretty close by)

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:16

bessantj: Jul 27, 2004

This lads twitter bio cannot be done by a real human

https://twitter.com/AHart1974

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:18

TACD: Oct 27, 2000

JeremoudCorbynejad posted:

Gee i wonder if he asked that from literally every other employee.

If i were her I'd raise it with colleagues and see if they're all getting shafted. Then they could all have a meeting together to share their concerns and "Possible Next Steps" (make sure the managers see the agenda)

Yea she's been trying to get in touch with other people (she's still working from home) to find out what's happening � it seems like several people still on furlough have been asked to take holiday that overlaps furlough, but nobody else has had holiday applied retroactively. I think by the time they figured out this scheme to con people out of their holiday they already needed her back at work, and somebody got too stupid/greedy to let it go with this as the result.

JeremoudCorbynejad posted:

I'm running your scenario past a friend of mine who works at the CAB, but i know already that he'll advise "don't start with any kind of legal talk, just assume they made an honest mistake, ask them to correct, and go from there"

And go to the CAB before confronting them

Yea we've got an email drafted to HR that basically says "this holiday is not what I agreed to, please confirm it's been cancelled" and if they won't back down I think she should seek other options.

Are CAB... good? I've been left with the impression that they'll take days to get back to you and will probably just provide printouts of some generic advice that doesn't really help, they're in my head as basically the Microsoft "try to fix this problem automatically" of legal stuff. I'd love to be wrong though! I've also heard ACAS mentioned as an org to approach, are they useful?

TACD fucked around with this message at 16:24 on Jun 17, 2020

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:18

Bobstar: Feb 8, 2006; KartooshFace, you are not responding efficiently!

bessantj posted:

This lads twitter bio cannot be done by a real human

https://twitter.com/AHart1974

Looks like one of those neural networks, like this one for recipes.

Earlier stages were probably like

can't even SJW wokwoke upsetting CPgonmad; truthless feartellerer kick the blue football Silenced! {{ realman no femims

London, UK

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:26

Bardeh: Dec 2, 2004; Fun Shoe

The FT has published this today, and I'm not really sure why. I reckon they've paid this arsehole to write an article that they know everyone is going to hate so it will get lots of clicks. I just wonder whether the author was in on it or not.

https://www.ft.com/content/8ea1c992-89f8-11ea-a109-483c62d17528

quote:

All of us have had to put up with restrictions �of a kind that we have never seen before in peace or war�, as UK prime minister Boris Johnson put it.

We have had to re-evaluate many things, big and small, from how we connect with loved ones to how we approach door handles. Many of us have had to redefine what our homes mean to us as they stretch to accommodate activities we could previously undertake in schools, offices, gyms and caf�s.

Some of us have even had to redefine our households. My India-based mother, for one. In the hours before lockdown, as people took stock of their larders and medicine cabinets, she persuaded a widowed niece and her own veteran masseuse to move into her New Delhi home where the terraces offer an intermittent breeze and an uninterrupted view of an elaborate 16th-century mausoleum.

Living in the middle of London with two young children, I needed to be more pragmatic. I gave up one spare room to bring our nanny into our South Kensington home and prepared the other for a friend who needed to move to be isolated from her husband, a surgeon. Several other married friends subsequently pointed out they too would like to be isolated from their husbands. But by then my household was full.

Conscious of my responsibility towards the additional souls on board, I took stock of what resources I could call on. Trebling our usual order from the Freddie�s Flowers delivery service was the obvious place to start. It escapes me now why this particular luxury had struck me as essential at the time. Regardless, I take comfort in knowing that over the past few months, staff, house guests and my children�s online teachers may have seen or heard some bizarre things, but it has always been against the backdrop of a tidy room with fresh flowers.

I gave up one spare room for our nanny and prepared the other for a friend who needed to be isolated from her husband, a surgeon

As Ocado�s grocery deliveries were whittled down to one a week and the food halls at Harrods, which had served customers throughout the second world war, shuttered early in the current crisis, we had to find our sustenance elsewhere. Fortuitously, the Chelsea gym that was my regular haunt BC (before Covid) was loath to leave its members vulnerable to the dangers of what has since been identified as �coronacarbs�. We can have little extras such as protein shakes, artisanal coffees and snacks delivered to our doorsteps.

Once the lockdown eased a little, the many bijou boulangeries and �piceries that dot our neighbourhood reopened. Life began to look a bit more normal. Only it was not, marked by the twin terrors of home schooling and working from home. Fairly early, I felt justified in bringing in reinforcements. Despite my two degrees in finance, I have been called out on more than one occasion by my seven-year-old son for getting Year Two maths wrong. This is not good for my self-esteem, nor does it bode well for the boy�s continued wellbeing.

After much shouting, we found relief in online tutoring. At �65-95 an hour depending on whether it is for chess or maths, a tutor costs half as much as the psychiatrist we may have needed otherwise.

As a freelance journalist blessed with an inheritance as well as a venture-capitalist husband, my work wardrobe is split in a rather self-contradictory manner between Chanel tweed blazers that I wear to interviews and athleisure for when I toil in front of a computer. Neither fit the brief for Working From Home While Under Constant Electronic Surveillance. �Casual but groomed,� advised a personal shopper who encouraged me to look at boiler suits in linen or denim. Not one to veer too far from the familiar, I turned instead to Olivia von Halle for silk pyjamas in colours guaranteed to make the dullest Zoom meeting come alive.

Armed thus, with the advantages of wealth, I was insulated from many of the pandemic�s challenges. But the reality of life and death remains a great leveller.

Seeing the Covid news reports made me think hard. I listed the things I should talk about with my widowed mother in case the virus denied us a future. We debated the need for a revised will, tried to untangle past misunderstandings and made our peace while leaving some differences unresolved. Neither of us has acknowledged the possibility that my trip to India last year for a friend�s wedding may be our final memory together as mother and daughter.

We each carry on in opposite corners of the world. My mother grieves for a friend of half a century who succumbs to a Covid-like infection, I stand at my doorstep to pay my last respects to an elderly neighbour as his body is carried into an ambulance. Wealth may offer some protection against the virus, but it is not a talisman.

Instead, it is the people who surround and support us that keep us afloat. Sanjay, a 30-year old father of two who chooses to stay on in Delhi to cook and clean for my mother rather than return to his village; Peter the postman who drops off my mail with a smile and a promise he will be back the next day; the police officers in Hyde Park who turn on the lights of their patrol car to amuse my children.

And even my old friend could not have been transported to the mortuary if the ambulance crew had not been ready to take the risk and bear him away.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:28

Microplastics: Jul 6, 2007; It's what's for dinner.

TACD posted:

Are CAB... good? I've been left with the impression that they'll take days to get back to you and will probably just provide printouts of some generic advice that doesn't really help, they're in my head as basically the Microsoft "try to fix this problem automatically" of legal stuff. I'd love to be wrong though! I've also heard ACAS mentioned as an org to approach, are they useful?

CAB are stretched beyond belief (more demand, less funding) so they're "good" in the sense you'll get quality advice which may or may not arrive before your body has entirely decomposed

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:30

Camrath: Mar 19, 2004; The UKMT Fudge Baron

Bobstar posted:

Still looking forward to my fudge. Post from the UK took forever to get here even before the pandemic, no idea why. Or it's been eaten by a badger on the way.

I was told that it would be up to a week (though a package to Germany arrived yesterday), so fingers crossed for tomorrow!

JeremoudCorbynejad posted:

Yeah I'm waiting for mine too. Would've been quicker to walk over and collect it (turns out i live pretty close by)

Okay, now that is concerning. Give it to the end of the week and if it hasn�t arrived by then I�ll happily drop off replacements at your doorstep (though I am out of stock on a few items).

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:32

stev: Jan 22, 2013; Please be excited.

Yeah my impression is that CAB is well meaning but too under-resourced to do much the majority of the time.

I've dealt with them a couple of times through work and they do seem to genuinely care about helping people, especially when they're vulnerable.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:33

Wachter: Mar 23, 2007; You and whose knees?

Each CAB is it's own charity so YMMV

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:42

bessantj: Jul 27, 2004

Bobstar posted:

Looks like one of those neural networks, like this one for recipes.

Earlier stages were probably like

can't even SJW wokwoke upsetting CPgonmad; truthless feartellerer kick the blue football Silenced! {{ realman no femims

London, UK

It's impressive the ignorant poo poo it can pile out.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:42

Microplastics: Jul 6, 2007; It's what's for dinner.

TACD posted:

Yea she's been trying to get in touch with other people (she's still working from home) to find out what's happening � it seems like several people still on furlough have been asked to take holiday that overlaps furlough, but nobody else has had holiday applied retroactively. I think by the time they figured out this scheme to con people out of their holiday they already needed her back at work, and somebody got too stupid/greedy to let it go with this as the result.
Yea we've got an email drafted to HR that basically says "this holiday is not what I agreed to, please confirm it's been cancelled" and if they won't back down I think she should seek other options.

Thing is (in my reckoning), if she's cashing in the holiday days as pay instead of time-off, then the employer can't assign that time-off to a particular period of time. Instead it's just being deleted from your time-off record (or marked as "sold"). That's how it works for my employer.

Actually putting it into the calendar is acknowledging that the leave was (or is to be) taken, not sold. But if she already spent that time being furloughed, I'm sure (not 100%, mind) that she can't be asked to switch it to time-off, any more than if she was actually working. For one thing, time-off as directed by the employer requires 2 days notice. But these are unprecedented times.

Regardless, it's a dick move and it's my understanding courts do not look kindly upon dick moves if the person whom the dick was moved upon can reasonably be expected to think she was agreeing to something else (an agreement by phone can still be legally binding)

Anyway my CAB friend ultimately finished with "Basically there is a difference between dodgy and unlawful as well as unlawful and whether you can do anything about it" so my recommendation is don't even look in the direction of courts if you can get the situation settled without them - even if it takes months of wrangling.

Microplastics fucked around with this message at 16:48 on Jun 17, 2020

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:45

forkboy84: Jun 13, 2012; Corgis love bread. And Puro

Julio Cruz posted:

Darren Grimes

We all saw your request, we just ignored it. He's a talking head regularly on the BBC, unlike Tweetman who has no national presence outside of Twitter. Until the BBC bans him he's entirely fair game for the thread imo

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:47

OwlFancier: Aug 22, 2013

He is equally annoying as tweetman though. And equally stupid. So I can see the complaint.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:49

Microplastics: Jul 6, 2007; It's what's for dinner.

Camrath posted:

Okay, now that is concerning. Give it to the end of the week and if it hasn�t arrived by then I�ll happily drop off replacements at your doorstep (though I am out of stock on a few items).

If that does become necessary then I'll literally just cycle over and collect it - wouldn't want you to risk losing out on two lots!

# ? Jun 17, 2020 16:49

Guavanaut: Nov 27, 2009; Looking At Them Tittys
1969 - 1998; Toilet Rascal

Also the Weetman moratorium has been replaced with the Lawson moratorium, but Weets have not reached any significant level of concern since it was lifted.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:03

Failed Imagineer: Sep 22, 2018

Boris rear-ended by one of his guards, sadly not fatally

https://twitter.com/SkyNews/status/1273257230532579328?s=19

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:11

Comrade Fakename: Feb 13, 2012

Bardeh posted:

The FT has published this today, and I'm not really sure why. I reckon they've paid this arsehole to write an article that they know everyone is going to hate so it will get lots of clicks. I just wonder whether the author was in on it or not.

https://www.ft.com/content/8ea1c992-89f8-11ea-a109-483c62d17528

Reminds me of this stone-cold classic, from the Kensal Rise Tornado of 2006:

https://mytornadohell.livejournal.com/

quote:

MY TORNADO HELL, by Caroline Phillips
December 6th, 2006
I�ve always enjoyed the safety and sanctuary of my home, a place of exquisite beauty and calm. I read or sit undisturbed on our leather sofa in our family room with its off-white walls, stainless steel and sage- green stone surfaces, and gaze through its wall of sliding glass doors onto our fragrant cream and lavender garden with its climbing roses, ancient apple and pear trees, camellias and jasmine.

All that changed in less than ten seconds on Thursday when the tornado visited.

The glass roof of the side-return exploded, tinkling down from the ceiling like sharp raindrops. Somebody�s concrete windowsill crashed onto our worktop and now rests midst a quarry of shattered glass. A black roof tile speared the American walnut floating shelf, displacing our younger daughter, Ella�s, birthday cards. �Congratulations! 9 Years Old Today!� The words have been lacerated by shards of glass.

Three bricks. Rainwater. Broken glass. Christmas clementines. These are vomited across our limestone floor.

If you dream of your home, it symbolizes your psyche, what makes you you. It�s your security. My soul was in that house. For three years, I�d indulged my passion for perfect decor. In January, it was being shot for Homes & Property. On Saturday, Ella is, no, that�s was, having three friends for a birthday sleepover. I am crying as I write this.

I was sitting in my first floor office on Thursday morning, making a whirlwind of phone calls to Ella�s classmates� parents, feeling explosive at hearing stories of bullying. There was a colossal thunder clap and gigantic explosion of lightning. I remember thinking it extraordinary, this physical manifestation of my psychic state. Suddenly I glanced out of the window. �Oh my God,� I said, standing up. �Oh my God,� I said into the phone.

Obviously there�d been a terrorist bomb. A monstrous cloud of black smoke that spread the width of two three- storey houses and towered above them 200 foot away across our gardens was angrily blasting branches, bricks, missiles and coats into the air. With sudden terror, I realised that the �smoke� was moving towards me. The words �Wizard of Oz� went through my head as I crash-dived under my desk.

The second my head hit the floor and I crossed my arms to protect my eyes and ears, there was an almighty explosion. Then the sound of a 140 tonne aeroplane roaring through my office.

I lay on the floor howling hysterically, a primal sound. �Caroline, what�s happened? Talk to me.� The disembodied voice of film producer Julia Barron came from the phone. I screamed and screamed. Once I witnessed an IRA bomb in Olympia where a second blast was anticipated. In my confusion, I was waiting for another bomb to blow me up. I�ve never felt so alone. �Caroline! Are you hurt? Speak to me!! Have you been hit by lightning?� I felt immensely relieved: lightning doesn�t strike twice.

Pieces of glass fell from my (miraculously uncut) legs. I�d had sash windows overlooking the garden. Now there were panes punched out by an aggressive alien hand and glass thrown with violent abandon. Outside, the entire street�s garden fences were scattered like a pack of cards. A large uprooted tree from someone else�s garden had crash-landed on somebody�s roof, which was in my husband, Adrian�s lovingly- tended garden. If I hadn�t looked out of my window earlier and seen the tornado, I wouldn�t have seen this. I�d have been blinded.

I called Adrian�s mobile. He was at a job interview, having recently been savagely cut from his work as a private banker. The mobile wouldn�t connect. Hysterical, I phoned my brother Simon. He was watching his son, George�s Nativity play. �Our house has been hit by a tornado.� He couldn�t understand my screams. I was too uncontrollable. Watching our family Boxer, Douschka, shaking and walking aimlessly in circles of crunching glass, I rang 999.

Jamie, our musician neighbour and the father of newborn Seth was standing in our new communal bomb- site. �Our roof has been lifted off,� he said. �Look at our chimney dangling there.� Incredibly his wife and son had been saved. To the other side, builder Nathan Brown�s and film producer Juliet Levy�s top -floor bedroom wall had been ripped off. And 90 year-old Beryl�s loft kitchen had lost its walls and roof.

You�ve seen these. In the aerial photograph that the newspapers printed. We�re amongst the worst-hit.

In the street at the front it was like a film set, so surreal was the scene and so many the people. But instead of cameras, it was being videoed on phones. A group of refuse collectors was standing rooted in shocked dismay. The side of a removal van was harpooned with roof tiles. A Toyota halved by a concrete lintel. Thank God our daughters, Anya and Ella, were at school.

Juliet came out and we hugged and wept. She�d seen the tornado and had run away, thinking only of finding her daughter, two year old Jasmine. (She was unhurt.) Juliet had heard my cries through the thick Edwardian walls: �I thought they were the screams of a dying woman.� A disheveled man in slippers walked past. �I�ve got to get into my house,� he muttered anxiously. �I need my medicine. I�m a paranoid schizophrenic. ��

Eyes wide with fear, geography teacher Vanessa Ross Russell ran towards me. �I don�t know if Claudia (her two-year-old daughter) is in our house.� We ran the rest of the street together. Normally we just share school runs. Her front door was opened by her nanny, colour drained from her petrified face. Claudia stood by her side, like a statue.

The emergency services came, along with my shell-shocked husband. I had only the clothes I was shaking in and my mobile. I couldn�t find a glass-free spot for Douschka. A firemen carried her to safety in the fire engine. Adrian went into our house. �Please don�t go back in,� urged a fireman as he came out. �That chimney stack is about to fall.� We�d lost part of our roof and all our windows.

Chris Martin, an advertising producer and neighbour, arrived. He survived the Hatfield rail disaster. On Thursday he�d moved back home after three months� of decorating. Luckily he was out when it struck.

Emergency services treated people for shock; kicked down doors; vacated properties. They acted with kindness, spirit and awesome efficiency. Faced with a messy child�s bedroom, one fireman seized the moment: �Looks like a tornado hit your room, love!� We spent ten tremulous minutes waiting to hear whether our damage would be covered by Lark Insurance Services or disallowed as an act of God. �Well, are you?� asked a policewoman, her eyes bursting with compassion. We are.

I spoke to endless media. A need to be recognized when I�d almost been no longer. Then came acquaintances�, friends� and family�s touching offers of help, beds, cash and clothes. Shockingly freezing, I�d already borrowed four jumpers from neighbours; I wore them all for three days. Midst the scene of devastation, a man tried to bring order to his world by washing his car.

As rain poured into our kitchen, I dreaded an electrical fire stealing the remains of our home. I feared looting. Then we heard that a fiftysomething man had suffered serious head injuries. With rising foreboding, we went from official to official to find out if it was our friend Chris Barker. It wasn�t.

News changed by the minute. We were told that our house (though not visibly terrible) was the most dangerous in the street. There was a rumour of its being demolished. When the cordon banning residents access to Crediton Road houses came down, apartheid prevailed for three homes. Ours was one.

Since then I�ve been in an emotional cyclone. I already have a brilliant trauma specialist therapist � for childhood issues. I went to see him on Thursday evening. I�ve felt a desperate need not to be alone, to keep in touch. I haven�t slept much. I�ve shivered brutally. For three nights, I saw the tornado coming towards me whenever I shut my eyes. I�ve jumped at loud noises. Cried endlessly. Sat in my car and screamed hysterically at such unfairness. Fought the desire for cigarettes and alcohol after 18 years� abstinence. Despaired of my loss of earnings.

Now we�ve been allowed back to survey the damage. We don�t yet know the extent of the structural damage. And near- neighbours Sunil Vijayakar and Geraldine Larkin have been told to throw away all their possessions, filled as they are with shards of glass. Simon Willsmer, our loss adjustor, hasn�t yet broken that news. He was sensitive and reasonable. And he loved what�s left of the specialist polished plaster walls.

We took Anya, 11, �home� on Friday. Her room is virtually untouched. On Sunday we took Ella. She was distraught to see her room. Two roof tiles and fifty pieces of fist-sized glass lay on her bed. Just days before, unwell, she�d have been there at 11.02am. She was devastated that her cat, Happy, was missing, possibly killed. We�re acknowledging the trauma, talking about their feelings and giving them lots of treats.

I attended Friday�s crisis meetings in the British Legion. A room full of frightened people who�d scarcely slept in this makeshift refuge; many of whom had lost their homes and were too distressingly poor for insurance cover. Nearby were the �Scientology Volunteers� in emblazoned fluorescent jackets: people preying (or should that be praying?) on the vulnerable. �Almost worse than losing my house is being accosted by Scientology volunteers,� I told the waiting cameramen outside. There was a tornado in Kensal Rise in the Fifties. Now I know about the Scientologists, I can�t risk living there any more.

On Friday evening, stupidly, we met friends for dinner at Cipriani. I wore Tornado Chic �still my only clothes. I screamed with grief in the loo. And, as I watched the Eurotrash owners of plastic faces teeter on vertiginous heels, I fought the urge to shout: �Less than five miles from here, there are old people like Beryl who didn�t even have enough money to paint her door, who have lost their roofs...� I�m hoping the Standard will start a relief fund.

The Apocalypse was not all bad. There was something comforting about seeing people in crisis helping one another. It�s just bricks and mortar. We�re not in a tent in Pakistan or even in Brent Council�s temporary accomodation. We�re staying with close friends. Everybody is safe. Happy, our cat, returned on Sunday. Thankfully Christmas isn�t such a disaster � we already had plans to go away. Last night I didn�t see the tornado when I went to sleep. I feel euphoric that I�m alive. I�ve got used to friends calling me Dorothy, a reference to the Wizard of Oz. My family surmises I�ll do anything to get out of cooking Christmas lunch. Oh, and now I might just get that communal garden I�ve always wanted�.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:16

Julio Cruz: May 19, 2006

forkboy84 posted:

We all saw your request, we just ignored it. He's a talking head regularly on the BBC, unlike Tweetman who has no national presence outside of Twitter. Until the BBC bans him he's entirely fair game for the thread imo

I don't give a poo poo about his "national presence", the point is there's no reason for every moronic take he shits out to be posted in here with a token "lol he dumb" when people who are interested in that can go to twitter dot com slash darrengrimes and the people who browse this thread for actual news probably aren't

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:17

knox_harrington: Feb 18, 2011; Running no point.

goddamnedtwisto posted:

The Hercules did have a long-range passenger transport configuration that was basically old Dehavilland Comet seats welded to the standard sized pallets NATO use for air transport. I'd guess they could install them any old way they wanted.

Presumably also if the squaddies got too rambunctious in the back they had the option to open the rear door and just push them out, altitude optional.

Interesting! TIL

Palletised squaddies sounds very efficient. Everything about Brize is bad but I think the worst bit is it pretends to be a normal airport, with check in desks and that kind of thing, except the check in person yells at you to gently caress off.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:29

XMNN: Apr 26, 2008; I am incredibly stupid

Jose posted:

got you covered. it is actually starmer

https://twitter.com/Sarah_Woolley/status/1271008488907509761

lmao I didn't realise, that's amazing

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:32

Bardeh: Dec 2, 2004; Fun Shoe

That woman looks extraordinarily unhealthy. Does Keir have some sort of life-draining aura?

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:42

Cerv: Sep 14, 2004; This is a silly post with little news value.

it's a vital service for all the the undersigned posters in this thread who want to read his tweets but for some reason don't just sign up for a twitter account and follow him

-

* tumble weed *

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:50

TACD: Oct 27, 2000

Oops, I missed this post at the bottom of the page before:

Prince John posted:

Firstly, and putting furloughing completely to one side, it's not legally possible for her to consent to give up days of holiday for pay in lieu, unless she has a generous holiday allocation over and above the statutory minimum, or she's leaving the job. link

So if she's received money in lieu of statutory holiday, they're already breaking the law.

I definitely didn't know that, that's very interesting.

Prince John posted:

It's not entirely clear to me whether the retroactive 9 days of furlough are before 1 June or you mean 9 days starting when she went back to work?

She was on furlough from 3 April to 1 June, and they have declared that she was also on holiday from 12�22 May, during the furlough period, in an email she received today.

Prince John posted:

The real problem here though is that companies can't retroactively declare that you've been on holiday when you weren't.

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So given the notice periods still apply, and it's clear your partner didn't consent to this retroactive taking of holiday for that 9 day period, it looks like they'd be breaking the law under this scenario too.

Yea, it sounds like they're breaking the law in even more ways than we realised (I bet the HR email saying "you were on holiday for these specific days" is a desperate attempt to cover up the boss' promise to illegally pay for holiday in lieu.)

This has been massively helpful, thanks!

JeremoudCorbynejad posted:

Thing is (in my reckoning), if she's cashing in the holiday days as pay instead of time-off, then the employer can't assign that time-off to a particular period of time. Instead it's just being deleted from your time-off record (or marked as "sold"). That's how it works for my employer.

Actually putting it into the calendar is acknowledging that the leave was (or is to be) taken, not sold. But if she already spent that time being furloughed, I'm sure (not 100%, mind) that she can't be asked to switch it to time-off, any more than if she was actually working. For one thing, time-off as directed by the employer requires 2 days notice. But these are unprecedented times.

Regardless, it's a dick move and it's my understanding courts do not look kindly upon dick moves if the person whom the dick was moved upon can reasonably be expected to think she was agreeing to something else (an agreement by phone can still be legally binding)

Anyway my CAB friend ultimately finished with "Basically there is a difference between dodgy and unlawful as well as unlawful and whether you can do anything about it" so my recommendation is don't even look in the direction of courts if you can get the situation settled without them - even if it takes months of wrangling.

Thanks for this too. I think we both feel a lot more confident now in taking standing up to this and taking a firm tone in our next reply.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 17:59

goddamnedtwisto: Dec 31, 2004; If you ask me about the mole people in the London Underground, I WILL be forced to kill you; Fun Shoe

knox_harrington posted:

Interesting! TIL

Palletised squaddies sounds very efficient. Everything about Brize is bad but I think the worst bit is it pretends to be a normal airport, with check in desks and that kind of thing, except the check in person yells at you to gently caress off.

You've not flown Ryanair then?

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:24

forkboy84: Jun 13, 2012; Corgis love bread. And Puro

Cerv posted:

it's a vital service for all the the undersigned posters in this thread who want to read his tweets but for some reason don't just sign up for a twitter account and follow him

-

* tumble weed *

My Twitter is carefully curated to only follow people I agree with. I'd never poison it by following Grimey

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:44

Jaeluni Asjil: Apr 18, 2018; Sorry I thought you were a landlord when I gave you your old avatar!

.nm reposted with extras further down.

Jaeluni Asjil fucked around with this message at 18:56 on Jun 17, 2020

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:48

Miftan: Mar 31, 2012; Terry knows what he can do with his bloody chocolate orange...

goddamnedtwisto posted:

You've not flown Ryanair then?

To be fair, frequent flyers are some of the most entitled shits in the world and I support any check in desk minimum wage dickhead that wants to yell at them.

The type of attitude people get in airports when they're travelling is like nothing else in the world.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:50

Julio Cruz: May 19, 2006

forkboy84 posted:

My Twitter is carefully curated to only follow people I agree with. I'd never poison it by following Grimey

you don't want to read tweets written by an absolute moron you say? well luckily I have a solution

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:50

sinky: Feb 22, 2011; Slippery Tilde

Love our housing market

quote:

Nationwide triples minimum deposit for UK first-time buyers
The average UK house price is �218,902 � which means a buyer will have to stump up a minimum deposit of at least �32,835 compared with �10,945 before.
x

Please save �30k for your mortgage while giving 41% of your income to a landlord to pay off their mortgage:

quote:

Private-sector rents in England hit a record high of �700 a month just as the country was heading into coronavirus lockdown, according to figures from the Office for National Statistics (ONS).

Record-high rents will fuel concerns about affordability, and the growing part of a renter�s total income that is passed to landlords. Earlier research has shown that renters on average spend 41% of their income on housing costs.
x

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:51

thespaceinvader: Mar 30, 2011; The slightest touch from a Gol-Shogeg will result in Instant Death!

I was wondering how long it would take my local community to start calling for the removal of the statues of queen victoria.

I was expecting the reaction to be something along the lines of 'don't be r*****d'.

I was... well, 'not disappointed' would be inaccurate. Let's just say I got what I expected.

And yes, if we're looking at statues of people who enabled horrible colonialist shite, she's probably among the more important and commonly-visible targets, but I suspect there are more useful ones.

thespaceinvader fucked around with this message at 18:54 on Jun 17, 2020

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:51

Jaeluni Asjil: Apr 18, 2018; Sorry I thought you were a landlord when I gave you your old avatar!

Bardeh posted:

The FT has published this today, and I'm not really sure why. I reckon they've paid this arsehole to write an article that they know everyone is going to hate so it will get lots of clicks. I just wonder whether the author was in on it or not.

Sounds a bit like a satirical essay. Hard to tell these days!

But then there's this:

Heil/femail/article-8432737/Wealthy-writer-branded-tone-deaf-sharing-luxury-lockdown-Kensington.html

quote:

Wealthy writer is branded 'tone deaf' after detailing her 'luxury lockdown' in Kensington which saw her 'triple her Freddie's Flowers order', invest in posh silk pyjamas for Zoom calls and splash �95 an hour on chess tutor for her kids
Shruti Advani, a London-based writer on private banking, penned column for FT
Mother-of-two discussed luxurious lockdown experience in South Kensington
Revealed tripling her Freddie's Flowers order was 'the obvious place to start'
Admits she's 'blessed with an inheritance as well as a venture-capitalist husband'
Discussed shopping difficulties due to Harrods closure and limited Ocado orders

A wealthy writer has been slammed on Twitter after detailing her 'luxury lockdown' life in posh South Kensington in a column for the Financial Times.

Shruti Advani, a London-based freelance writer on private banking, told how she began the pandemic by tripling her Freddie's Flowers order - 'the obvious place to start' - and had no qualms about paying up to �95 an hour for a tutor for her children, despite having 'two finance degrees'.

Admitting she is 'blessed with an inheritance as well as a venture-capitalist husband', mother-of-two Shruti discussed the difficulties of sourcing supplies due to the limited number of Ocado deliveries and Harrods shutting up its food hall, and told how she invested in designer silk pyjamas to brighten up her Zoom calls.

Baffled readers took to Twitter in their droves, with many convinced Shruti's article must be a work of satire or parody.

etc etc

This thread moves too fast.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 18:56

goddamnedtwisto: Dec 31, 2004; If you ask me about the mole people in the London Underground, I WILL be forced to kill you; Fun Shoe

Miftan posted:

To be fair, frequent flyers are some of the most entitled shits in the world and I support any check in desk minimum wage dickhead that wants to yell at them.

The type of attitude people get in airports when they're travelling is like nothing else in the world.

Yeah, I worked retail and customer service for years and I never saw anything as bad as this American bloke who went into a full operatic meltdown about something to do with his air miles not being counted properly or something at the KLM desk at Schiphol. I've seen someone with an actual bone-sticking-out leg break make less drama, and the poor woman at the desk just had to take it before again attempting to explain that it was a problem with Delta (I think, or some other American airline partnering with KLM), not KLM. After about ten minutes he knocked a little cardboard stand off the desk and stormed off literally screaming.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 19:04

Julio Cruz: May 19, 2006

everyone on my FB feed sharing a petition to stop Boris painting his plane

like of all the terrible stuff he's done this is the one you want to focus on?

(also government petitions will never achieve anything ever)

# ? Jun 17, 2020 19:12

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# ? May 24, 2024 20:48

Guavanaut: Nov 27, 2009; Looking At Them Tittys
1969 - 1998; Toilet Rascal

Direct action to stop Boris painting his plane.

Organizing parallel structures to paint a second plane antifa.

# ? Jun 17, 2020 19:14

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