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.
