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    Chloe!

    Chloe is back, one of the best mates I have,  here in Gran Alacant. She is at University in Wales and has returned home for the Summer. With Chloe, sporting  a fractured leg, we went out for the evening, starting at Zest. Next we ended up at Shooters in Carabassi; Websters for the end of the music quiz, Le Piedra, to say farewell to George. who is returning to the UK, after a short 24 hours in Spain and finally Ohana's. I have never been to Ohana's before, and was actually quite impressed; it rounded off the night wonderfully! 

    We finally left at 4am, a killer for me; not as young as I used to be, but had a thoroughly enjoyable night, with lovely friends, meeting many more people and seeing some old familiar faces!

    ​Good to have you back Chloe!
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    London Terrorist Attack!

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    What a dreadful time, Britain is going through at the moment. Last night, I sat up until the early hours of the morning, watching in horror, at the unfolding situation in London. This time, there was an attack on London Bridge; seven people were killed and forty eight others  injured, in a frenzied attack. People were run down by a group of three men in a van, who then jumped from the vehicle, stabbing whoever they could find in a continued act of violence, at Borough Market, close to London Bridge.

    This act of terrorism, was the third attack, perpetrated on British soil, in two months. More people killed, because of an ideology that breeds hate towards anyone who doesn't conform to the Muslim religion. Sick, misguide and evil people, who have no place in the modern World. If you have any doubt, as to the motives  behind these attacks, let me show you a screen shot; words from a Muslim, who has no doubt where the problems lie!
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    I am sick and tired of people making excuses, for the violence carried out in the name of Islam. As a community, you all have the power to stop the radicalisation of your devotees, yet you continually deny responsibility and say you are doing all you can. YOU ARE NOT! How many more lives have to be lost, before you act. Whether you like it or not, these murderous individuals have been brought up in the Islamic faith. Someone, somewhere is responsible. It is up to you, to take a stand and help the authorities remove these terrorists from our streets.

    I was sat in my local square today, enjoying the Spanish sun, having a beer or two, something all those killed in terrorist attacks recently, can't do. I felt guilty and upset, that I was alive, living a relatively quiet life as an Expat in Spain, while others were suffering in London. It is a cruel World we live in; for those of us, alive and kicking, we need to stand up against these terrorists, don't let them win and for God's sake Carry on living!

    My heart goes out to all those caught up in this terrible atrocity. Stay strong, stand together and beat terrorism!
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    The Wonder of Woolies!

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    I was sorting through some old paperwork today, trying to find various documents, when I came across some old certificates, one of them from my time working at Woolworths in Fareham. Suddenly all those memories came flooding back, as if it was yesterday. In today's blog, I thought I would go back in time, not as far as the black and white photograph above, but when I first left school in 1987 and got my first job at our local 'Woolies!' The photograph above shows my local Woolworths, probably in the 1950s, although I couldn't find a date. If you actually click on the black and white photograph, a link will take you to the Woolworths Museum website, an interesting read for people like me, who used to work there.
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    In 1987, I left school in Fareham, preparing to start courses at the Tertiary College, as it was then. I thought it was about time I got a job; at sixteen years old, I wanted my independence, being able to buy the things I wanted, without asking Mum and Dad. Like most school leavers at the time, I applied for a job at Woolworths, in West Street. The interview was good; I can even recall what I was wearing; an 80s Christmas jumper; remembering it like it was yesterday.  Within a few days, I discovered I had got the position; just a Saturday job, paying the equivalent of 1,80€ an hour. Looking back at those days now, with fondness; it was and probably the best job I ever had.
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    When I started at Woolies, there was very little technology to speak of. The tills were old fashioned and cumbersome, the credit card machine, was an old fashioned manual card swiper and the cashing up was just as papercentric. You  also had to know how to add up and give the correct change, something that doesn't happen today. Everything seemed so much simpler then. The late 1980s were a fabulous time for me; finally able to stand on my own two feet, something that has been difficult to achieve in Spain, let alone as a teenage boy.

    The photograph on the left is of myself and one of the supervisors, called Nancy, who was a joy to work with, as were all those in charge. Within a few months I was promoted to supervisor myself and was put in charge of the Saturday shift
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    I also found my old Saturday Supervisors Book today, something I haven't seen in nearly thirty years. It is strange the things I kept, little bits of my past, memories and a link to happier times. I had a flick through the pages earlier, which did make me cringe a little. Reading between the lines, I think I must have been a bit of a tyrant at times. I guess Management has always been in my blood, and I stayed in the same field of employment, even after leaving Woolworths. I did become very attached to people at Woolies during the three years I spent there. For me, it almost became a social outing each weekend and didn't feel like work at all. I remember my two closest friends, whilst I was there, were Marsha and Elenor. We would spend lunch time, together, popping over to Marks and Spencer, next door for sandwiches, or on week days, if I was doing overtime, there was a subsidised canteen, where all the food was freshly cooked each day, unheard of today, as is the hour long lunch break, we enjoyed. Times were certainly different, a lot more care free, better, enjoyable; it was a pleasure to get up and go to work. We may well be better paid in 2017, but take me back to the 1980s any time!
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    I seemed to spend more time at Woolies, than I did at College, getting into trouble on a number of occasions for missing lectures. I started to go into work  after College to sweep the shop, before closing; well it was more money, and it wasn't too far out of my way, to walk down The Avenue and into work.

    In 1988, the shop was  refitted, myself and another colleague volunteered to stay overnight, while work was being carried out. Now my memory is a bit hazy, but for some reason, I remember, I spent the night upstairs in the canteen getting absolutely trollied. I can only assume, that we had just had the shops Christmas Party, which were also legendary, and there was rather a lot of alcohol laying about.

    I ended up with my head now the Managers executive toilet, until the wee small hours, throwing up. To this day, the rest of the staff don't know what happened that night. I am damn sure if they did, I would have been sacked on the spot. However after nearly thirty years, I think enough time has passed to mention it.

    In the morning I was taken home by one of the supervisors, I can't remember who, claiming I had got food poisoning from the canteen. I literally got out of that one by the skin of my teeth, having the worst of hangovers. To be honest, it was no worse than turning up for work every Saturday morning, with no sleep, after a night drinking at 'The Swordfish' public house (Now an old peoples home) at Lee-on-the-Solent; our local student hangout!
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    We were given a new Manager in 1988. I don't want to mention his name, especially as the gentleman in question is no longer with us. He wasn't someone I enjoyed working with; rather arrogant and in my opinion a little strange. I remember during the summer of 1989, I was working with the stock room Manager, who also, just happened to be called Darren. It was hot, I had my top off, wearing a pair of shorts. The store Manager came up the stairs, while, I was sat on a bench having a drink. The look of horror on his face was cutting; then he began shouting and screaming, giving that look he always did, that pierced right through you. Needless to say, I was fully clothed within minutes. In the 1980s Your Manager could really talk to you, as he or she thought fit and there was very little you could do about it

    I did get myself in a few scrapes, having a couple of disciplinary's for speaking out of turn, as well as pulling a prank on another member of staff, which went horribly wrong and I was caught in the act as it were. The store Manager didn't see the funny side and I was hauled off to his office. I actually thought I would lose my job, but despite our mutual dislike, he let me off with a caution and a wink with his left eye!
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    All good things have to come to an end as they say. In 1990, I was offered a job in the Civil Service, so I duly handed in  my notice and prepared to leave, the only job I had ever known. It was a hard wrench leaving, such a fantastic group of people. I had made many friends there, even keeping in touch with a few, still today. Your first job is always the most special and the memories of my time, spent in Britain's most famous general store are still with me today.

    It was a sad day when Woolworths left our high streets. Woolworths has a special place in people's hearts. My Gran used to work for them, on the deli counter: many of those I went to school with, also worked there, it felt like a right of passage into adulthood. There is talk of shops reopening in the near future at a local level, which would be fantastic for all of us, who began our working lives, filling the shelves of pick & mix, restocking the records, as the top ten changed each week and pulling the eyes off the seed potatoes, so nobody would ever know. That was the wonder of Woolies, something, today's generation will never really know!
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    Interview with Wayne Smith, Music Director, King's Chapel Singers, Gibraltar!

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    Today I had the honour of interviewing Wayne Smith (50), currently Director of Music at Kings Chapel in Gibraltar and a Music Instructor for a local comprehensive school.

    I have known Wayne, since the late 1980s, whilst working for the Civil Service. We lost touch over the years, but were reconnected by the wonder of facebook, rekindling a friendship that should have been nearly thirty years old.

    Although I haven't seen Wayne in many years, he has been a great source of inspiration for me, as I started my new life, living in Spain. Wayne has always encouraged me to take the plunge and jump in; after all we only have one life. His words then, cemented my future now; he was one of the few, who only gave constructive advice; I thank him for that!

    ​Wayne currently lives in Spain and works in Gibraltar, travelling in everyday. I was interested to learn about Expat life from his point of view. All of us, who have taken the decision to move to Spain, have had different experiences, both positive and negative. Wayne seems to have settled in well to life in Spain and Gibraltar. If you are thinking about relocating to this part of the World, Wayne's words of wisdom, will help you on your way. Many thanks for taking the time to answer my questions Wayne, I will certainly be down to see you, very soon!
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    ​King's Chapel, Gibraltar

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    Currently working in Gibraltar, can you tell my readers, what your occupation is?

    I work for the Education Department in one of the Comprehensive School as a Music Instructor.

     
    As an Expat, what made you decide to relocate to Gibraltar and Spain from the UK?

    I came out her on holiday 15 years ago, met my partner and moved back here for good 5 days after my holiday finished!

    What is the best aspect of living in Gibraltar and Spain?

    Definitely the weather....I prefer 2 months of winter compared to 9 months of it back in UK! Also the relaxed attitude towards life-nothing is worth stressing over.

    What do you miss about home, living in Britain?

    My family and friends-that's all.

    Can you tell my readers, a little about your life in Gibraltar?

    I cross the border daily to get to work. Working in Gibraltar is good although there are a few restrictions you have to follow. I pay my income tax & social insurance there BUT have to have a frontier workers health card otherwise Im not entitled to any healthcare in Gibraltar without it. Their health system is not like the UK so if you are ill and have an E111 they will see you otherwise it will cost you!

    Morrisons is a great bonus as I can get the foods ive always liked from UK, admittedly a little dearer but its worth it for those home comforts!

    Sometimes the queues can be horrendous at the border so always be prepared with a bottle of water/snack if you´re driving in!

    Gibraltar is tax free but be warned you can only bring out 200 cigarettes/5 pouches of rolling tobacco and 1 litre of spirits. If you have more than this you will have to pay the duty on it or have them confiscated.

    I have known you for many years Wayne, since the late 1980s, living on the South Coast of England. You were one of the reasons, I took the plunge and moved to Spain. What advice would you give anyone, thinking about moving abroad?

    Look very carefully into every aspect before you leave! Check about healthcare and cover plus have a bank account set up too. All this can be done online at a cost but well worth it.

    Remember to give yourself at least 2 years to settle before making any decisions about moving back. It can be tough starting a new life but there are ex pat communities out there that will help and support you.

    Can you tell my readers a little bit about your passion? if I am right, music? When I last saw you in 1990, you were a piano tuner and an accomplished pianist in your own right. How has your interest flourished over the years?

    I still tune the odd piano and play for weddings/shows etc when needed.

    Music has always been a passion of mine ever since I was a child! I teach music daily in school plus privately in the evenings. Its a great way to relax plus I love seeing the progress that my pupils make.

    Im the Musical Director for a choir of 45 members in Gibraltar. We meet and rehearse weekly and have great fun performing in concerts both in Gibraltar, Spain and abroad. This year I celebrated 31 years of conducting choirs!

    Do you have a favourite restaurant in Gibraltar and Spanish dish? Or are you a fish and chips man?

    There are loads of great restaurants in Gibraltar there of my favourites are Biancas and Charlies, which are situated in Marina Bay and The Clipper which is in Irish Town. Very good portions at great prices as well.

    I love all types of Spanish stews....the meats they have here are delicious and I cant get enough of those olives either!

    Finally Wayne, if any of my readers are thinking about visiting Gibraltar, where would you suggest they go? What should they see?
     
    They definitely should take a tour of the Upper Rock Caves and Siege Tunnels. There are some wonderful sights to be seen there especially St Michael's Cave which is used for concerts.

    Also visit the King´s Chapel which is one of the oldest Churches in Gibraltar steeped in Military History.

    One word of warning....always check that the bank notes you are given back are sterling as the Gibraltarian Pound notes are NOT legal tender in UK and you will have to pay to change them into sterling.

    Apart from that....come and visit this lovely little Britain in the Sun!
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    Oxfam/Oxscam

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    Just a few words about Oxfam today. Above, is the latest review on the charity from 'glassdoor;' more damaging words, from ex employees. The key phrase in this scathing entry is the reference to senior management being egotistical and favourising certain members of staff.  This is nothing new, from where I am coming from. I have seen this kind of behaviour time after time; it is part of  Oxfam. I knew some pretty terrible individuals, who did some dreadful things, but were spared punishment, because they were protected by those at the top. In fact as I discovered recently, many of these people are still in place, in their jobs, in charge of vulnerable adults.  If you work for Oxfam and are aware of any inappropriate behaviour, you have a duty to report it, to the relevant authorities.

    Yesterday I received an email from an ex colleague at Oxfam; I have included the opening paragraph, protecting their identity, by removing their name from the screenshot.

    There were very few colleagues, who understood exactly what myself and others were going through. Management made it quite clear, that it should remain an internal matter; the only people who were aware of the implications, were those involved at both ends of the situation. I wouldn't beat yourself up over something that you were not aware of.

    When faced with a similar situation, you have to do what you think is right, although ultimately, the more you protest, the more likely it is, you will lose your job; at least in the case of Oxfam. The major difficulty, when dealing with bullying from an Area Manager at this charity, is you have to first take any complaint through him or her. He or she has the power to decide, where to go from there. The reality is, the buck stops with the them, they have complete autonomy over their region. The power they have. accords them rights over and above, most other institutions I am aware of. Oxfam have failed to put checks and balances into their structure, to prevent bullying taking place.

    Personally I would go over and above the head of your Area Manager. This is a little unorthodox, but you have very little choice because of the situation you find yourself in. If you are a member of the Union, they should have involvement from day one. Sadly we found UNITE, the union rather lackluster, unable to defend people properly and unwilling to do anything, that would damage Oxfam. Difficulties arose, through their close working relations with the Management team. They had a desk at head office, knew  those with influence well and their loyalties seemed to lie firmly with Oxfam. In my case at least, everything was done to discourage me, from doing anything that may harm them. My rights were not important; UNITE was in the pocket of Oxfam and there was very little I could do about it.

    In the end there was nothing further I could do, to stop the bullying at Oxfam. After a year of trying, I made the choice to walk away. My life had become so embroiled in what was happening, I had no life at all. Under such unsustainable circumstances, it was time to move on.

    My suggestion to you, is report all instances of bullying without hesitation. Speak to bullying helplines and groups who will help you. but please make sure they are recommended by Government bodies and regulated through reputable organisations. I am not sure of the reasons behind the bullying, in your case, but whether it has any relation to gender, sexuality, nationality, or not, I would seek legal and professional help. You can of course report what is going on to the  police. If you are feeling unwell or stressed because of your treatment, speak to your Doctor and remain off work, until well enough to return. During the period of sickness, you will be required to keep your Manager up to date with your progress. In your case, like mine, your point of contact will be the bully concerned. Keep your messages, direct, to the point and put everything in writing. All other forms of communication with a bully, should be avoided, to protect you from further distress.

    The key is to take advice, make a formal complaint and do exactly what you are advised. I remember, whilst in the middle of drafting my complaint, against my Manager, I was in constant contact with Beth Mayes, who was Head of HR at the time. Although she was no real help to me, she did give me numbers of institutions, who could be of assistance. As soon as you receive these numbers, you should phone. I delayed this part of the process, only seeking help, when I was half way through the process. The sooner, you pick up the phone, the better. They were able to help me tremendously, throughout the final stages of my grievance process, against my Manager.

    One should be prepared to leave ones job, when this nasty business is over with. It is unlikely anything will happen to this deviant individual. She will remain in situ; Oxfam just do not have the will power to take on such a person. Like me, they will collect evidence from your complaint, to use at a later date. Unless you are prepared to continue working for a bully, you should resign your post, as I did and move on with your life.

    I am much better now, than I have been for a long time. I will continue to write About my experiences and try and help others; not being in the middle of the fray has finally shown shoots of recovery, as it will with you and anyone else who has been the subject of bullying. 

    ​I wish you luck and ask that you keep me informed, anything I can do to help, I will!
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    Broken!

    I just knew when I got up, it was going to be one of those days today. We were popping into Alicante with Natalee, to do some shopping. The thing is, our beaten up old Opal Corsa, rarely leaves Gran Alacant, so even driving the short distance, to the other side of Alicante, can be a bit of a chore. True to form, the car broke down on the highway, on the way home. Luckily Darrell had paid for recovery, on his insurance plan, a first for him. There was only enough room for two in the recovery vehicle,  so I sat waiting in the hot sun, until Paul, my knight in shining armour arrived to take me home, rather burnt and in need of a beer.  Four beers, a bailey's for Paul, some left over Birthday cake  and some fish and chips later, I was fine. I knew there was a reason I shouldn't have left the house today....Bloody cars!
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