BR wrote:BaggyTrousers wrote:BR wrote:BaggyTrousers wrote:Wee Woman wrote:You'll be packed in like Sardines on that Holland & Barrett terrace with little to no elbow room to sup a pint.
I'm considering taking seats in what used to be the big Cat stand instead myself.
H &B Terrace is grand, never had a problem with the view. Sadly having had to squander several or more hundreds of euros on replacing a pile of stuff in my Spanish hovel last week, it is highly unlikely I will be present.
5 years of no pension increases leaves Dave an impoverished ould lad.
What's a pension?
I believe the definition is:
the few groats paid to a former serf to keep them within touching distance of the workhouse but not quite that desperate, in recognition of the fact that the employer has wrung adequate misery from the employee in the process of stealing away their best years, in a contract of servitude and exploitation.
That barely adequate definition skirts past the pension rules which allow large companies to opt out of their funding of the pension scheme on the nod from half-arsed actuaries playing with their beans. Diplomatically putting it, if you hear if a pension scheme with a "black hole", it's not that old joke about Mohammed Ali, it's that the employer is not meeting their obligations and using slanted legislation to further impoverish their employees. I believe the "industry term" is "taking the pish".
BR, you've been helped.
Ahh - so it's different to what I call a pension, which is the income from an annuity purchased with money deducted from my meagre, stagnating salary each month and kept in a old bean tin under someone's bed in the vain hope that on the day I am forced to stop working, the market price of that bean tin minus the enormous fees taken by the guy who owns the bed will be greater than the amount it contains.
Oh well, if you want to get all technical, the truth is it's not kept in a bean tin, it's kept in a shoebox named, in your case, BR's Pittance. Furthermore it's not kept under a bed, they have a vault containing shoe-boxes at an undisclosed location, rumoured to be close to where the next Ravens game may or may not be.
What is true absolutely, is that some grasping fecker pays a visit to your shoebox at least once a year and decides to divest your box of several or a wean of pound note coins. This is euphemistically called a "management charge" as that sounds more technically acceptable to the average wage-slave than "Shoebox Rental & Shameless Theft".
Russ can probably confirm that this is exactly how it works.
At least how it currently works, I am daily expecting news that in an effort to make pensions more affordable for business/Govt that a programme of "voluntary euthanasia" will be legalised by Dave & Gideon, an additional lump sum will be paid on retirement, at 65 with the proviso that those "offered" the package will have an all expenses paid trip to Dignitas on their 67 birthday, thus cutting the state pension bill, to quote Hed Teath, at a stroke. For stroke, read humane intravenous injection of Jeyes Fluid.
Genius.