Showing posts with label Lace Conference Centre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lace Conference Centre. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Bashing the Bishop

There is definitely something marginally surreal as I download both Pere Ubu and a vodcast from the Chief Exec of NHS Northwest at the same time, while listening to Goldrush. I guess it's an interesting mix. I'm impressed with the notion of the vdcast, anything that can be used to leverage NHS IT into admitting IE6 is dead has to be a good thing.

February Briefing from NHS North West

Today is D-day! Hooray! As well as Pere Ubu, some Richard Butler, Miles Hunt, The Blue Aeroplanes. Should keep my ears in fine fettle for a while.

Corporate induction is game for a laugh. Again we're at the Lace Conference Centre home of the Bish. With the vacancy freeze the numbers aren't huge and for the session we do which is in the form of an exhibition at which we get ten minutes to peddle our wares to small groups of folk (actually a good route to send out the message for us) has the danger that the exhibitors will outnumber the delegates. The good news is that we get sprung from the Bishop's Fuhrerbunker and out into the hall (people have complained that we're to loud in an enclosed space - not bad for a softly spoken git like me!) We suggest to the LDB folk that four groups of four would work for us nicely (yer voice could have a rest in the gaps!). Flexibility and adaptability though aren't the name of the game today so we get 6 groups of two and one of four. Whole thing is a bit of an abortion really. Still it does provide cheap fun as we giggle our way through it with our friends for WFAS and Howard from the counselling service. Tracy even bums us food. Hardest group was Helen's pair where I unashamedly ignored her and focussed on her partner from the Prison Service. Seem to be a load of folk we're dealing with from the Prison Service and that was the case last month too.

Fallout of MTAS continues. Some advice comes my way to be checked. Not impressed, call the Information Commissioner 's office, seems my view is not far off their's. The advice is pants. Drop a couple of e-mail's smokewards. Looks like it's hens on acid time but this time during a period of avian influenza.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

You Can Almost See the Scream

504 Errors

Er.... the web is sick, we later learn it is N3 completely not just us. Buggers up early doors.

Looney Tunes moment following a call from the lovely Rachel as we realise today is the

Corporate Induction

Our usual level of preparedness then. Tracy and I run around like loons preparing packs before fleeing to Lace to see the Bishop. Another day in the Bishop Bunker! Nice surprise is seeing Sally James (no not she from Tiswas but she from CMHA) who is now working in the PCT. Sesh's go OK, incredibly glad that Tracy is with me because she prompts me when I've forgotten stuff.

Meanwhile back at Reggie, where we've left an empty library because poor Nicola is unhealthy, Pete's been in and borrowed something on mind mapping, an OHP has been returned and I send a ref off for Sally.

Plotting and Planning

Tracy completes our TNA for me, which is kind. Plan a new day for Helen who is visiting tomorrow our original plan being to show her the delights of corporate induction. Well that's out the window.

Learn a few things from our resident Santa dasher late in the day.