Argus hacking scandal “down to Demons”


By Rev. I.R. Seedy
Under-rector of St. Bride’s of Fleet Street and
Argus Religious Affairs and Cookery Correspondent

Firstly, an apology on behalf of my good friend and “Call of Duty” playmate, Padraig Robespiere, Editor of this esteemed organ:

“The Argus would like to apologise profusely for hacking into the communications of the President of the United States, Mr. Barracks Oberamagau, the British Prime Minister, David Bullingdon Camerashy and Miss Molly Miggins of Penge. We accept that there was a fundamental disrespect in fabricating Miss Miggins’ text messages to these two world leaders and repudiate previous accusations relating to a cow, bucket of porridge and three gallons of olive oil completely.

The Argus prides itself on fabricating complete news stories, not just hacking into other peoples. We regret that our standards slipped on this occasion, rather like Miss Miggins’ undergarments.”

Rather than issue a craven apology, we will be more honest: this latest oversight was down to demons. Not alcohol, the need to increase our circulation (now 10 copies sold daily!),  or the culture of hysterical sensationalism that drives the modern media. No, a big, nasty, fat serpent wended its way into our souls and made us do it.

Well, it’s no less ridiculous than closing a newspaper you were intending to close anyway and blaming one or two scapegoats, is it?

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Sinéad O’Connor denies doing something normal


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Jed Knuttboi,
Psychiatric Correspondent

Shocking reports of  firy songstress and tearaway Sinéad O’Connor being seen going to the supermarket and buying organic vegetarian sushi are being strongly denied by the singer. “Feck off, sure, I’ll have you tarred and feathered and burn your picture. I was out all night eating grass and drinkin’ me own pee, so I was.”

Ardal O’Hanlon is 45.

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Jeremy Clarkson disappears up own arse


Clarkson disappears up own arse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Fingal Bindweed,
Argus Motoring Correspondent

The Argus has received reports tonight that the BBC’s lanky motormouth bully Jeremy Clarkson has been found. Mr Clarkson, who eats rare lion burgers and uses small third world children as footrests at his exclusive home, Veyron Towers, went missing from Britain’s TV screens for a shocking 47 minutes last week.

BBC Director of Smug Home Counties Programming, Gregory Smythe-Forbes-St John Twathead, said: “We would like to make it clear that Jeremy has been found alive and well, but unfortunately a rant about Bill Oddie went horribly wrong and Jezza’s entire head disappeared up his bottom. Fortunately, his diminutive helper, Richard “Fag!” Hammond was on hand to make sure that Clarkson’s ego didn’t explode and reduce the Top Gear studios to a smouldering wreck.”

Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg’s approval rating went down by 3.5% as a result of the incident.

 

 

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Welcome to Cubicle Hell


One way to escape Cubicle Hell.

By Malcolm Prozac,
Industrial Relations Correspondent
(well, until we replaced him with an eight year old from Bangalore last week)

Dante get me started

For those of you unfamiliar with Dante’s Inferno, the great man named nine circles of hell: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Anger, Heresy, Violence, Fraud and Treachery.  People who sinned but prayed for forgiveness before their deaths are found not in Hell but in Purgatory, where they labour to be free of their sins. Those in Hell are people who tried to justify their sins and are unrepentant.

Both groups qualify for Cubicle Hell. It’s a cross between purgatory and limbo, with a bit of red hot pitchfork up the arse thrown in.

 

Back door privatisation for beginners

Get to the point, I hear you cry. I’ve recently been outsourced. For the unitiated, this means that in essence you carry on doing the same job for your employer, but transferred to a new employer, usually for less money, poorer working conditions, and typically for a multinational run by 24 year old MBA sharks who specialise in transforming once pleasant workplaces into Third World sweatshops with high fives and codified whooping when somebody hits a ‘milestone’.

Being outsourced is quite an interesting process, but only in the same way that being waterboarded must be quite interesting. The process begins with you being forced into actually contracting for the very people who will eventually employ or supplant you. So far, so bad.

What typically happens is that in order to draw attention from their own incompetence, poor MDs and Chief Executives suggest that the company is under-performing due to its structure or the general incompetence of its workforce. In the area in which I work, what this means is that the organisation is usually in paralysis because of weak leaders who have all the backbone of an inaebriated squid.

Phase 1: “We have to change!”

Constant change is the friend of every shit manager in the world. It fills his days with something to do other than his / her job. Which he is generally incapable of performing. Management Boards collectively amplify this unhelpful trend. They organise performance reviews, pay reviews, efficiency drives and slaughter every child under five weekends when they’re bored. So they decide that every five-seven years, a major restructuring is required. This usually involves “cutting out the deadwood”, to wit, middle managers who actually do something for a living. The cutting process usually means redundancies or transferral to an external supplier, who assumes the risk for the delivery of the service formerly performed in-house. At a cost.

Phase 2: “Let’s find our thought leaders!”

This typically involves sourcing and interviewing any number of consultancies. For example, IBM, who now purport to be one of the world leaders in Business Process Re-engineering, usually recommending some kind of outsourcing process. I mention them, because I actually had to sit in a room with several jackals from this company for what seemed like an eternity, and while they were smugly trotting out their management-speak about the need to “tackle vanilla issues”, “set up plug and play wage arbitrage schemes” and simply “fire half the work force” I couldn’t help but think about IBM’s two major decisions to outsource “peripheral” services when they were still good at building computers – namely chip production and operating system software : the first minor outsourcer became Intel and the second Microsoft. Thereafter IBM lost their grip on the PC world, almost ruined a business which once dominated the world market and later reinvented themselves as consultants who were experts in, er, telling everybody else how to do the same.

But I digress. After a month or two of a whole plethora of smarmy bastards telling you what you already knew, and recommending that you do what you already do, but with a shiny logo and with lots of exciting diagrams and charts with ‘pinch points’ and ‘critical paths’, your directors decide that they’re “enthused”, and even more, trust the opinion — and fee structure — of these new “thought leaders” and decide to put the fate of their company (or a sizeable chunk of it) in the hands of another.

Phase 3: “Spend to Save!”

The next thing is to agree and sign a contract. It can’t be on the basis of anything as dull as a few consultants on a negotiated daily rate until the concept is proven. No, it usually involves a multi-million contract for 79 years, and a huge investment amounting to ten times the amount actually lost through any real inefficiency. The time taken to ROI (return on investment) is theoretically calculated (usually at 3-4 years) and risk and reward structures are agreed. In real terms, ROI will probably not be achieved within the agreed window, but no-one notices before the CEO who thought of the whole fucking mess either moves onto greater things or retires — usually on the basis of the foregoing achievements discussed above.

Phase 4: “Yeah, baby, let’s mobilise!”

This is where it gets personal for the likes of me. Mobilisation usually involves transferring hapless, usually guiltless staff over into the clutches of the avaricious outsourcer, usually beginning with “evaluation” (interrogation, we have vays of making you valk). It gets worse from there …

To be continued. Unfortunately.

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Editorial: The New Dark Ages


Shocking metaphorical image intended to suggest a new age of ignorance in a non-condescending way.

By Padraig Robespiere,
Editor of the Argus

 

Watching the TV news last night, I couldn’t help but think that we are either on the precipice, or in the throes of, a New Dark Age. My earlier reading of several mainstream newspapers had already confirmed my depressing line of reasoning.

I’m not referring to the parlous state of the global economy, nor the shrinking rain forests, nor the plethora of ridiculous wars that we human beings visit upon one another. I’m thinking more of the Dark Age of the Mind.

We live in an age blessed — or perhaps cursed — with more sources of information and knowledge than at any other time in human history — printed media, mobile devices, ever-expanding universities and so forth, and yet these media seem increasingly obsessed with the trivial, banal and down right stupid.

So I’ve constructed something of a hermit’s cave, or mental gymnasium, right here in the belly of the beast – the Internet – that last wild, unconquered wilderness, where would-be messiahs, lunatics and obsessives seem to spend their days  proselytizing  to we, the uninitiated (or uninterested). It’s just a place to regain my sense of perspective, and my rusty writing skills that were once relatively well honed.  It’s also a place I hope to generate a little bit of light of my own.

It’s good to write. I stopped doing it for quite a few years, and I lost the most important part of myself in so doing. I’m back, and the point is not that somebody reads this, but that I wrote it in the first place.

[Padraig's new book, Banal Stories for Kindle, is now available from all good internet outlets and clinical psychologists, priced £4.73, from Argus Press ISBN 666-6666-666]

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