The story of the fall of the Iron Curtain
the simplifed exit by the USSR
Well now this will not take to long says you and you may be right but listen and hear what has to be said in the next few pages and tell me if this in not just the strangest thing ever
Now the central player in this story didn’t set out to be a player in history nor is he in fact but you could ask the question who amongst us is ever the real leader of the next generation or even a player in the match What may be asked of each and every one of us is Did we know our place in such and such an event and did we effect its outcome If you care to look at these mind numbing events the you might be stumped to find any that really matter or that were of interest in your little lot or wider We are asking ourselves where we when such and such a body died was killed or just left any other notable events are television based what were we doing when the likes of bombs were going off in Belfast in oxford street when did we see a body bag with contents and did it really hit home or who could have shielded us from such events as the siege during the snooker match it was good fun and great TV , sunny day good teams on site and fine white buildings to get contrast and movement .Would it have been the same if the days were wet and dull with persistent rain and even foggier detail . Camera teams seem to do better on sunny days but this seems like digression from an original line which must nay waver if this story is ever to cause personal meanderings and reflection on great events
The central character would not have been involved in this event had it not been for a great shortage of coconuts wherewith to enjoy too many pints of lager and the drunken evenings which followed however decrepit this may have seemed To achieve this so banal requirement he had often to make calls on old friends in pubs and bars as distinct from men’s’ clubs and gentlemen’s clubs This need to visit those with the possibility to bestow work was also accompanied by visits to agents in the job market which concentrated on the ability to count up look at figures look at results and give out a pretence of being educated to a level where you could command a certain fee and the agent could justify his gigantic fee but like the spider and the fly the really lucrative contracts for short to long term contract work was not that plentiful or at least not as plentiful as was needed to meet the requirements of rent lunches cigars all material needs to some and primordial needs for others In this exchange of competence and ability the hate hate relationship was evident The agent often hated to use someone but they had none else with the degree of capability and no one else was prepared to take the stipend offered unless they could do something else .
From time to time ,the agent was often the victim of his employees success and a good employee could earn lots more by working for old clients of the agents for short term stuff or pressure work needing perhaps a fortnight close to Christmas .There were agents who relied on this same precarity to engage an employee in well rewarded work but the employee remained stuck to a rate well inferior to that which the client expected
it was no surprise that the client would ask the employee if he could see hs way to joining the staff albeit for a short period in order to avoid the tax and profit charged by the agent . Next to estate agents job agents had the victor ludorum for being the most unscruplous set of banditos in all London town but estate agents wre always going to be hard to beat for their lack of scruples ; This being said agents were like poachers turned gamekeepers but they possessed acumen and staying power in a community where longevity was measured by the day and the humour of the employee ut would never do to be too avid as the reward never fell to the employee but to a company or business who could at any minute dispatch the employee to the scrap heap without notice at the simplest of notice
Luckily the rules for contract and temporary work are soon learned and never to be forgotten in a town where the memory of things that go bad is a lot more keen than those that go well . London had always suited this freedom of employment and even in the best days London would even pay staff whilst they were between assignments I never experienced such largesse but I know of several who did.
This has little or nothing to do with the inner spirit of this narrative and perhaps its diverging from the subject big time for many readers but its important to emphasise the transient nature of a seemingly important role and this transient nature was well paid but about as secure as vaseline on a tyre jack.
My agent , A lowland Scot with the politeness inherent in folk from cow pastures and continual rain never really had trouble getting me into employment; Its not that I feared work but I did have a deep suspicion of ever working for nothing ,yet later years have shown that working for nothing is a mental disease often associated with devotion and primordial pecking order in the human species
Saying such a thing is pompous but I have known the rush of blood to the head to please someone or a group with that bit extra effort; my agent never merited such devotion but he was formed in the basic lexicography of London at the time we speak of namely the middle eighties and the early nineties .Jobs were not in short supply and this lowland Scot wasn’t afraid to lubricate the wheels that made the other wheels go round and if that was a chargeable pursuit then so be it A function of the system and the wheels keep turning for the benefit of all The short term benefit to all reigned over the permanent nature of employment in towns like Manchester or Sheffield or even Belfast Goth Forbid.