The Equalizer
A couple of weeks ago I took myself off to the cinema to see “The Equalizer”. It is an old-fashioned morality tale, very loosely based on the TV series which made Edward Woodward a very rich man, before his sad departure. I can still remember “Callan” – a chilling and excellent series.
The premise is very simple. A mysterious middle-aged man, Robert McCall, (played with due understatement by Denzel Washington) works at the US version of Home Base. He is a teetotal insomniac. He frequents a night café in New York, where he has become familiar with a very young woman called Teri (the beautiful Chloe Grace Moretz) who has fallen into the clutches of a Russian Mafia vice ring, and these are very, very bad people. When he pleads with them to free her from their clutches, they refuse. Sadly, those Russians are very, very bad people indeed. So he goes to war with the Russian Mafia, exhibiting what Liam Neeson’s character in another recent film called “a very particular set of skills.” Mayhem ensues.
It is quite a violent film, which builds to a crescendo of ultra-violence which is so insane I actually started laughing. I won’t say more. Washington is an excellent actor, beautifully measured before he starts killing people, and I do love Chloe Grace Moretz, even though I now expect Operation Yewtree to be on my tail (they probably are anyway, because I am male and over 50). But there is a standout performance by a chap called Marton Csokas, who plays the psychopath from hell who, as the film critics say, chews up the scenery. If there was an Oscar for “Best Supporting Role as a Psychopath” he would be nailed on to win.
Which brings me to Suzi. That is, of course, not her real name. About a year or more ago my lovely friend Dominique who ran the bric-a-brac shop and read Tarot Cards (I know, I know, but she was really just a psychologist) asked me to help this young woman. She was 24 and had come from a difficult background on a council estate in Leeds. She was, as people of my age say, a bonnie lassie, and sometimes that can be a curse. She had been the subject of certain abuse a child, and although she had some decent relatives and loved her mum and granddad, she had left home and made her own way in the world as soon as she could. With a violent, erratic, drug-abusing brother I don’t blame her. She made the right call, and she has looked after herself since maybe 18. She’s a grafter. She started as an office “Go For” and worked her way up to be a general office manager – on not a lot of money, but OK.
Dominique asked me to help because the company’s HR department got leaky due to a drunk, and the personal details of her past had become common knowledge; she felt ashamed and unable to stay. It was a reasonably clear case of constructive dismissal. By the way, I’m not a softie or a bleeding heart liberal when it comes to such matters. I met her at the local coffee shop and she passed all the necessary tests for honesty and genuine distress. I’m not sure I passed her tests, being dressed as is my “habit” (pun intended) in my most comfortable ragged sweater, a standard British Army combat jacket and tatty trainers.
They sent a little delegation from the company to do a deal and pay her off. They expected to meet a vulnerable and upset young woman, and had come with a nice letter for her to sign and a cheque for £1,000 to give her in settlement. The delegation was ushered by her landlady into the dining room, where they did meet a vulnerable and upset young woman. And also yours truly, suited and booted. I can also promise that a suited and booted Gildas is a far cry from a cuddly fellow in a ragged sweater. I suit suits, so to speak – charcoal grey on this occasion, well cut, with a nice crisp white double cuff shirt and silk tie (red – a power colour, with matching cufflinks). Shiny Oxford brogues completed the outfit. I introduced myself very politely as a practicing lawyer and her friend, and they got the very best “smile”. Not every one can do “the smile”. It’s when there is a deliberate mis-match between the lower facial expression, which is polite, and the stare, which is not. It is cold, piercing and cruel, and a perfectly deliberate act of psychological intimidation.
I won’t go through all the details. She got a better settlement. Not massive, but OK, and enough to tide her over and give her a holiday before she started a new job. As I say, she’s a grafter.
We stayed in touch. Having realised that I was not, in fact, a tramp but quite possibly a card-carrying psycho of the “I know where you live” attitude to bad guys, she was very grateful, and I liked her. There was, by the way, nothing untoward or inappropriate in my interest. As I say, she is a bonnie lass, perhaps too much for her own good as will become apparent below, but whether she is just not my type or my avuncular responsibility had pressed an “off” switch, it doesn’t matter. I am quite sure she has no interest in me in that way and I don’t think about her other than as a good young woman who has not had the advantages I had starting out in life. And besides, it does me good to be “down with the kids” sometimes. What middle-aged man wouldn’t enjoy the company of a pretty and nice young woman, just, well, just because? Ask me about a mutual acquaintance with flaming red hair and I will give you a very different answer.
Anyway, we hadn’t been in contact for a little while when I met her for a coffee in the pleasant café in a Pennines’ village on Tuesday. It turned out things hadn’t been so great for her. She had resigned her new job because her boss’s husband had been persistently “hitting” on her. As I say, it can be a problem being good-looking, and you can see that she might have handled it differently and kicked up a fuss, but that’s how she felt. She was OK for rent but looked a bit tired and underfed and was a bit short. More worryingly it turned out that she had had a minor operation, and she was in some pain.
This clearly needed addressing.
The immediate issue was addressed by buying tea and the most immense slice of cream cake that I have seen for quite a while, which disappeared in no time at all. I offered her some money to tide her over for the week, but she refused, and good for her. I can see that it may have been inappropriate for a middle-aged man to be giving a young woman money, although it was meant well. I drove her home and slipped a block of very good chocolate which I had bought at the café and “forgotten” to eat into her bag. However, plainly this situation needed more attention. Coping on your own, with family far away after an operation can’t be fun, and I could tell she had been going without. I had a moment of inspiration.
On the Wednesday I drove back to her house, bearings gifts in the form of home-made soup and a Tesco “Meal Deal”, with which you get a “Finest” range starter, main course and side order, dessert and a bottle of wine for £10. Thank you Tesco. Some easy-to-cook luxury food for her at little cost. The home-made soup was important too. Although I will never win Masterchef, I make really good soups and casserole – an inheritance from my parents’ war time make-do attitudes. Also, I recognised the home-made nature of the delivery was important. Not money – a personal thing. She was totally delighted. As I guessed, she had nothing much in, there was only a poor convenience store nearby, and it was cold and gloomy for going out. She would be fine for a while.
Why did I do this? Was it vanity? Was it self-indulgent and for my own ego? I don’t reject these thoughts, but on the whole, I don’t think so. Because I can. Because it was simply the right thing to do.
She got a telephone interview for a job the next day, and she starts on Monday. I will keep an eye out for her.
I have found in my middle-age, after all my troubles and suffering which I recounted on this site a couple of weeks ago, that I like giving rather than receiving. But, curiously, what I give, I get back, and more. Not in the same way, but still more.
The next project is the home for stray and homeless dogs. They take them into care and re-home them when they can. This week they asked for volunteers on Facebook, and so I have put myself at their disposal. The Monk Mobile is a stately old Volvo Estate with 150,000 miles on the clock, with the nick name “Tilly”. Perfect reliable transport for a dog in need of a lift.
I suppose one doesn’t need to take out swathes of Russian Mafiosi to be an Equalizer. One can do it in small, quiet un-dramatic ways, but none the worse for that.
Here is some music. Have a Blessed Day.
Gildas the Monk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLbEZkuIRBk&index=3&list=PL80D18478A58833C1
Gildas the Monk
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November 13, 2014 at 10:12 am -
Well done old monk.
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November 13, 2014 at 10:45 am -
Good for you Gildas.
Robert Heinlein, whose more than excellent science fiction was really most astute social commentary, called this “paying it forward”.Let’s hope your young lady will do similar deeds in future, & that your generous attitude will spread like ripples down the pond of time.
We certainly need things like this to combat the psychopathic greedy attitudes which rule our asylum planet.
I simply cannot shake from my mind the Oxfam report that 83 people own half the World’s wealth, while people starve.
This is so obviously so far wrong, that I am forced to remind myself sometimes that I am sane & that it is our govts that are insane, pursuing as they are regime change via Neo-Nazis in Ukraine, & puppet Jihadists in Syria, instead of banding together to teach sustainable farming & society to the less fortunate on our planet.I came across this eye-opener yesterday, & cannot disagree with a single sentence :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VllwRgSECcw
Or, put in search box : Alan Watt – A Globalist Agenda For a Dumbed Down Domesticated Society – Prison Planet special
It’s 2 hrs, I’m afraid, but well worth it.March on, Good Gildas.
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November 13, 2014 at 11:14 am -
The 85 Richest People Are As Wealthy As The Poorest Half Of The World
Not quite the same thing as those 85 owning half.Who they are is quite fascinating. Three of the top ten seem to be folk who make sweets!!
http://www.theguardian.com/news/datablog/interactive/2014/jan/24/who-are-the-worlds-richest-85The numbers do look a bit weird though, with not a single representative from the house of Saud.
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November 13, 2014 at 1:17 pm -
To a first level of approximation, The Poorest Half of the World own nothing, i.e they have no wealth. A good bet is that all of the readers here are wealthier than that Half.
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November 13, 2014 at 1:45 pm -
That’s probably the best way of putting it.
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November 13, 2014 at 1:44 pm -
Thanks, I hadn’t seen the names before. Interesting to see Rupert Murdoch, there, but no Rothschild or Rockefellers.
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November 13, 2014 at 2:46 pm -
Sounds shocking but not quite so shocking when you apply some common sense. Oprah Winfrey is said to be worth $2 billion, so appears nowhere on that list, but is that money at the bank ? No, rather it is investment capital. What would happen if you took the wealth of these 85 and distributed it? The Tesco supermarket chain is worth £50 billion, but when you realise it has over half a million employees, well, do the math, that works out to ten grand each. So carve up the store and give them all their “fair share”, then where will you shop next week?
It never ceases to amaze me that people continue to blame productive capitalists instead of the banks that produce absolutely nothing. Check out my video “The Case For Basic Income” to see the real solution.
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November 13, 2014 at 7:14 pm -
AB, I think you have it exactly right. Productive capitalists are the source of wealth & progress.
The parasitic & predatory banks, the source of tyranny.A 3.5 hr video documentary of banking history : Google : Bill Still Money Masters
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November 13, 2014 at 9:00 pm -
Seen it, gave it 10. Check out too my FinancialReform website.
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November 13, 2014 at 10:54 am -
Callan >> Lonely >> ??
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November 13, 2014 at 7:29 pm -
I remember “Lonely” well. A fantastic sidekick. As for me? Sometimes
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November 13, 2014 at 11:36 am -
Because it was simply the right thing to do.
The best and perhaps the only maxim by which one should live one’s life.
I am not saying one has to go out looking to do good but when circumstances (or should that be fate?) lead one into a situation where its a choice then to fail to act can be seen to be acting wrongly or at least inadequately. But I am not enough people can engage with that idea and those that can’t invariably judge someone by their own standards and impute the reasons why they might act as you did…..which would have been for reasons of advantage//payback ……and seem to want to voice the judgement ……and in so doing say rather more about themselves than they say about the person they are judging. I used to worry about such judgements now they tend to give me strength …..so keep going Gildas and worry not a jot about the judgements of world you appear to be leaving behind……I think you may conclude that for all its prestige its all pretty empty.-
November 13, 2014 at 4:11 pm -
Steve – I completely and whole heartedly concur
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November 13, 2014 at 11:52 am -
How exactly did HR ever have the details of her past in the first place?
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November 13, 2014 at 1:33 pm -
When “Personnel” turned into “Human Resources”, a lot changed…
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November 13, 2014 at 3:19 pm -
That is true. I know. I was there…
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November 13, 2014 at 4:02 pm -
As Clint once said, “Personnel? That’s for assholes!”
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November 13, 2014 at 1:33 pm -
She’d been having tearful incidents. The HR woman asked why and she trusted her and told her story. Then the woman blabbed
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November 13, 2014 at 3:25 pm -
These nothing worse that indiscrete HR staff.
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November 13, 2014 at 12:00 pm -
Gildas, the world would be a much better place if there were more like you. What is it that makes one human being have feeling and compassion for others, and another set out to exploit and take advantage? How do the latter live with themselves and sleep at night? Strange thing this conscience. Really hope things turn out well for Suzi, and you.
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November 13, 2014 at 1:53 pm -
I think it’s something to do with zero or low empathy. A psychopath is one description.
Psychopaths wind up criminals, rulers, politicians & banksters.
Empaths wind up carers.
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November 13, 2014 at 7:32 pm -
That is demonstrably statistically a correct observation, although I might add or suggest the word “sociopaths” for psychopaths. There may be some cross over, but I take the point at once.
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November 13, 2014 at 12:14 pm -
An interesting true story about Edward Woodward. He was bald and had three lengths of wig. The only person ever allowed to see him bald was his dresser.
He used to take himself off for a ‘haircut’ during breaks in filming, switch wigs to a shorter version and come back pointing out to everybody what a good job he thought his barber had done. We all knew he was bald…
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November 13, 2014 at 12:21 pm -
He wanted to be a singer I recall and got quite humpy for a few years because he was irredeemably typecast as a secret agent sort. Paid off for him in the end. I think the Equalizer producer had been a Callan fan in England as a boy only Edwood Woodwood would do….
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November 13, 2014 at 3:26 pm -
He puts in a good turn in Breaker Morant, especially ove rthe end credits.
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November 14, 2014 at 5:06 am -
Not to mention The Wicker Man. The film really needed his earnest intensity to ground it and he delivered admirably.
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November 15, 2014 at 2:21 pm -
The very first Operation Yewtree policeman …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Elz2U0k6BE
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November 13, 2014 at 12:32 pm -
Well done, that man. I also loved your confrontation with HR story – an inordinate percentage of them are scum.
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November 13, 2014 at 12:40 pm -
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November 13, 2014 at 10:57 pm -
“An inordinate percentage of them”………are female, and very prone to gossip. As appears to be the case here.
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November 13, 2014 at 12:37 pm -
Volunteering ones concerned help is a good way to help others and yourself as well. I had a good friend who I worked with, same age as my mum who died of motor neurone at 61. She retired at 63 bewildered by more recent developements in midwifery. An early warning of what was to come, perhaps. I supported her as a friend as best I could from age about 76 when it became apparent she was developing dementia. The years in between 63-76 were good for her. Holiday trips to OZ and jerusalem and the pyramids. Posh masonic dinners with her brother draped in a mink stole….never had one of those! Or a trip to the pyramids. I visited her after about a years interval, when I heard she was unwell with severe back pain from osteoporosis. I was totally shocked when I saw her. Her 14 year old dog was very ill. Her side gate and fence were down in the 1987 hurricane. The house was messy and cluttered and neglected. Her favourite high end make shoes were in holes! Some family were near to. On talking to her son, he said she was still a young lad to her. He gave me a little list of things he had pleaded with her to do. To cut the story short, she took notice of me. I voiced my suspicions about her mental state and he got the GP to attempt some treatment, get her cataracts sorted etc. Her pain was being treated with morphia! I got her off it by promising never to stop visiting. I got her walking again. The dog died in front of the AGA and was buried in the garden. My cleaning lady also cleaned her place. It was satisfying to have such beneficial influence
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November 13, 2014 at 7:32 pm -
I agree
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November 13, 2014 at 1:04 pm -
It’s a shame indeed that an act of simple kindness to a much younger woman (or man) can be misread or wilfully misused. Like that cancer victim who now wants Jimmy Savile’s money.
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November 13, 2014 at 1:32 pm -
Good stuff. We are here to serve.
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November 13, 2014 at 1:35 pm -
What kind comments. Thank you all
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November 13, 2014 at 4:45 pm -
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November 13, 2014 at 5:12 pm -
Oh yes…!
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November 13, 2014 at 6:02 pm -
I just go with the BEAR STARE.
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November 13, 2014 at 2:02 pm -
Thank you for such a heart warming story. Two things struck me forcibly …
“Because it was simply the right thing to do.” I have long given up on trying to counter the “but what’s in it for you?” mentality and I no longer even try to explain. A bit like Louis Armstrong said when asked, “what is Jazz?” – he replied, “Daddy, if you gotta ask, you ain’t ever gonna know.”
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“The smile.” This sounds awesome. I wonder if I could hire this for my next encounter with the blue nutters? At the moment I can offer a clapped-out lawnmower, a seriously blunt electric hedge-trimmer (more correctly a ‘hedge-chewer’), 91 knackered old style computer hard drives and a framed photograph of Ben Webster. Any chance?
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November 13, 2014 at 4:08 pm -
I would gladly help Jim, but it’s not my field. I have never practiced in Criminal or Police law. Finding good lawyers is blooming hard. I’m not a big fan of my profession. Tip: always go to a specialist in the particular field. In fact, having served notice that she was noy alone and without help, I passed her and her case on to a specialist employement colleague, and it was sorted.
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November 13, 2014 at 4:31 pm -
Yep – I understand (sigh) I’ll just have to dump the hardware, save the photograph and practice my own version of “The Smile”. Then when they do come I’ll just hit them with the forensically provable truth. They’ll only get photocopies this time though
Thanks and keep up the good (i.e. right) work.
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November 13, 2014 at 2:14 pm -
One of my brothers was bullied by a director of the company he was employed by.
This, combined with a family tragedy, which the director used as part of his bullying strategy,
sent my brother into a depression, from which he is now recovering.
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November 13, 2014 at 2:53 pm -
Some say men can’t have a platonic caring relationship with a woman. Well I’ve had numerous such relationships. It’s normal and natural and enriches life.
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November 13, 2014 at 3:22 pm -
But was it your choice? Or hers…
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November 13, 2014 at 4:19 pm -
First off, nice one Gildas. No good deed goes unpunished.
Secondly, I have in my life spent a great amount time lying/sitting/ passed out at the side of that Jericho to Jerusalem road. The charity of strangers -some of them even stranger than Gildas, has never ceased to amaze me. Strangely enough, like the Samaritan of yore, it is often those whom our caring society deem ‘unclean’ who have treated me with the most kindness and given me alms. The terrorist who saved my 17 year old life from freezing to death, one Alpine winter night, at the side of another road (I had started to feel the warm drowsiness of Hypothermia embracing me before he stopped for me, fed me, gave me an old sweatshirt to wear and a bed for the night) would be an example. I have reasons to bless a certain paedophile, a drug dealer, criminals, tarts, travellers and tramps. I have reason to pray for God’s blessing upon sinners and saints …but the number of sinners far outweighs that of the saints.
Whatever other sins they may have committed (and those include, but are not limited to Murder, Rape, Kiddy Abuse & Theft) I hope that when they stand before the Final Judgement, council for the Defence will mention their acts of true charity visited upon me.
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November 13, 2014 at 7:53 pm -
There is great wisdom and humanity here
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November 13, 2014 at 8:07 pm -
Wisedom? Methinks a wise man would know the difference between ‘council’ and ‘counsel’.
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November 14, 2014 at 2:04 am -
A really wise man wouldn’t care two hoots about the difference.
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November 13, 2014 at 4:22 pm -
I once saw a video by the guy who founded one of the biggest car rental companies – my brain cells are dying, so I can’t remember which one, think it was Avis. He said hire one girl per 300 employees to supervise salaries, hiring, admin etc. but keep them in different parts of the building,, otherwise, they will get together and call themselves the HR department. Never was truest word spoken in jest. I have been asked a load of dumb questions by young women in HR who have no clue as to my “expertise”. My present employer has a much lower profile HR dept. who asked me sensible questions, like can you speak French, and have you any objections to belonging to a union, and actually telling me useful things about the company.
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November 13, 2014 at 7:45 pm -
Most likely Robert Townsend who also wrote “Up The Organization”. From memory each chapter took on a single department and his universal solution was to get rid of it!
Of topic but linking Avis and Montreal reminds me of a family story: The wife of a cousin of a cousin returned to her car in Montreal to find that she no longer had the keys and was locked out. She telephoned her husband who had to drive thirty miles out of town to fetch the spare keys and thirty miles back. Approaching the locked up car the husband asked what the piece of paper tucked under one of the windscreen wipers was. Wife says, “Oh, its just a flyer from Avis that someone stuck on while I was away”. Husband was not best pleased to find that it was a “Notice” from the local police saying that the keys to the car were at the police station just down the road!
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November 13, 2014 at 5:04 pm -
I would gladly help Jim, but it’s not my field. I have never practiced in Criminal or Police law. Finding good lawyers is blooming hard. I’m not a big fan of my profession. Tip: always go to a specialist in the particular field. In fact, having served notice that she was noy alone and without help, I passed her and her case on to a specialist employement colleague, and it was sorted.
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November 13, 2014 at 6:27 pm -
I suppose that if that show had been made in Britain Edward would have been The Equaliser; and not so well paid…
With regards to the new movie…. Russian Mafia? What’s wrong with the American Mafia these days?
Has Johnny Foreigners even taken over the bloody crime as well…
Or are they funding Hollywood again, just like in the old days…
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November 13, 2014 at 6:59 pm -
Ah yes Gildas, the ‘Smile’. a useful tool when dealing with the unscrupulous. Full eye contact, the lips curve, the teeth are shown, but this is the proto-smile, a neolithic threat gesture where the thought behind the cold, cold eyes is “I know what you’re up to, you bugger, and you’re not going to get away with it.”
Done properly it is scarier than anything. Far more effective than a Lawyers letter. First to blink or look away loses. I used to practice on cats.
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November 13, 2014 at 7:38 pm -
That’s an interesting psychological observation. Full eye contact, as you say. Apes use teeth as a threat indicator. I tend to be a bit nore tight lipped, but either way, there is a direct challenge, which as you say is in terms of: I see what you are doing. Dare you? And: do you know what your dealing with? It is very confrontational.
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November 14, 2014 at 5:22 pm -
Sounds as if you’ve been practising in the mirror!
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-28684353
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November 13, 2014 at 7:23 pm -
Lovely story they do say what goes around comes around, restores my faith in human nature.
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November 13, 2014 at 7:31 pm -
I stopped and picked up a teenage girl hitch-hiker not so long ago.
I was trying to work out which of us was the worst at keeping up with the news…
Perhaps we both just like living on the edge…
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November 13, 2014 at 7:41 pm -
A highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically knocked down by a Bus and killed. Her soul arrived at the Pearly Gates, where St Peter welcomed her: “Before you get settled in,” he said, “we have a little problem. You see, we’ve never had a Human Resources Manager make it this far before, and we’re not really sure what to do with you.”
“Oh, I see,” said the woman. “Can’t you just let me in?”
“Well, I’d like to,” said St Peter, “but I have higher orders. We’re instructed to let you have a day in hell and a day in heaven, and then you are to choose where you’d like to go for all eternity.”
“Actually, I think I’d prefer heaven”, said the woman.
“Sorry, we have rules…” at which St. Peter put the HR Manager into the downward-bound elevator.
As the doors opened in hell she stepped out onto a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club; around her were many friends – past fellow executives, all smartly dressed, happy, and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played a perfect round of golf and afterwards went to the country club to enjoy a superb steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil, who was actually rather nice, and she had a wonderful night telling jokes and dancing. Before she knew it, it was time to leave; everyone shook her hand and waved goodbye as she stepped into the elevator. The elevator went back up to heaven, where St Peter was waiting for her.
“Now it’s time to spend a day in heaven,” he said.
So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing, which was almost as enjoyable as her day in
hell.
At the day’s end St Peter returned. “So,” he said, “You’ve spent a day in hell and you’ve spent a day in heaven. You must choose between the
two.”
The woman thought for a second and replied, “Well, heaven is certainly lovely, but I actually had a better time in hell. I choose hell.”
Accordingly, St Peter took her to the elevator again and she went back down to hell. When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself
standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends dressed in rags, picking up rubbish and putting it in old
sacks.
The Devil approached and put his arm around her. “I don’t understand,” stuttered the HR Manager, “Yesterday I was here, and there was a golf course, and a country club, and we ate lobster, and we danced and had a wonderful, happy time. Now there’s just a dirty wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.”
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November 13, 2014 at 7:44 pm -
Fantastic…
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November 13, 2014 at 7:54 pm -
Hahahahahahahaha
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November 13, 2014 at 8:00 pm -
@oi you ……beyond good …..beyond good
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November 13, 2014 at 8:28 pm -
Takes a bow.
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November 13, 2014 at 7:59 pm -
By the way, there is an interesting story behind “The Equalizer” (as Americans spell it) and Edward Woodward. After Callan he was invited on many projects, one being a 2 day shoot in a warehouse in London for an experimental film. He never got paid for that, but didn’t complain or sue. Many, many years later the director of that experimental film was the director or producer of “The Equalizer” who hired him. At a huge salary per episode. You never know.
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November 13, 2014 at 9:37 pm -
We need more like Rumpole of the Bailey……..
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November 14, 2014 at 5:30 am -
I forgot to say –
Listen to the orchestration. It wraps itself around him like a cloak and shield,
OK. Will shut up now.
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November 14, 2014 at 7:01 am -
Bunny
Cheers Gildas I enjoyed the piece as usual, as someone who took a major financial kicking at the hands of one I trusted, I understand some of your personal situation.
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November 14, 2014 at 10:45 am -
Sorry to hear that Bunny, but thank you
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November 14, 2014 at 5:37 pm -
No one heard the news? The lunatics are not simply running the asylum, they’ve turned on each other.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-30052726
I should relish the thought of senior police officers being subjected to the same treatment as Rolf Harris only ten times worse but I think it’s very sad.
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November 14, 2014 at 10:21 pm -
George Orwell may have been murdered in 1950 by a sinister group of Old Etonian paedophiles including Harold Macmillan, described by Orwell as a “head boy” and Quintin Hogg, described elsewhere by Orwell as a “little fag”.. The story about Orwell’s death from TB is an obvious establishment cover up and I demand that it be investigated.
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November 14, 2014 at 10:15 pm -
A bit too altruistic. Learned counsel was clearly attracted to the young lady and she probably would have been only too willing to give him some legover, and maybe much more, if he had not been so bloody altruistic and class conscious.
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November 15, 2014 at 1:44 pm -
I know both parties, and you couldn’t be more wrong, You are a person of little or no understanding. I almost pity you, but in fact you simply deserve contempt.
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November 15, 2014 at 5:22 pm -
Well, I find it very mysterious that there are people reading this blog who know both the parties involved. I can only go by what I have read here, but you have more information that is not available to other readers or commenters. The author suggests in the text that he was attracted to the women concerned, but suppressed his feelings because he assumed they would not be reciprocated.
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November 15, 2014 at 5:42 pm -
On second thoughts, after consulting the Tarot cards, it seem likely that Sigillum=Dominique
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September 1, 2015 at 9:17 am -
Requurements Australia has launched revised variations of two Australian Standards ffor plumbing
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