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Bit of a disaster today with the power supply on my Advent tower PC having failed. Not a good advert for the make and I'm told they have a bad reputation for this fault. Anyway, I rushed it over to M-Wise in Westbrook for emergency repairs and with luck, Mark will have it working for me again in the morning. I won't bother with the warranty, it's only four months old but you can imagine the grief involved in getting it over to PC World in Canterbury and trying to get something done about it; meanwhile, I can't work properly as a consequence and have to use my backup laptop.

Up to London this morning and guess what, the train sits at Faversham and goes nowhere for a long time while it waits for a stuck train to join it from Dover. Wrong kind of frost I assume and I'm late for a meeting in London again. Lord help us if we get a really bad winter as you may recall from this weblog that South East trains can be relied upon to break down at the first dusting of snow.

In town I'm struck by the fact that every service job I encounter, Smiths, McDonald's and even Hamleys, is run by Polish or possibly Estonian workers. No exaggeration here. At McDonald's I can't help but notice the very attractive Polish girl with a fluent grasp of spoken English that put her native London co-workers to shame. And there you have a challenge for the future that I expressed a week ago. This girl and many like her are often highly educated and prepared to leave their countries to find work in London and the South-east in the tens of thousands. Quite prepared to take the low paid jobs and work-upwards, where does that leave our indigenous workforce where future opportunities for management jobs arise in the service sector? It's an uneasy question which raises a number of politically incorrect thoughts and social challenges that are possibly best left unexpressed in a public forum.

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