byl w garsci, taki co w boju nie chybi
Church bells are ringing
from Walsall to Warsaw as the news of MAREK SERWOTKA's stunning
victory spreads across the Continent. Marek becomes only the second
Pole in history to lead a major trade union. The first, LECH WALESA,
later became President of Poland. Who knows what's in store for
Down in Trotland the
ale is flowing as the Assorted Trots celebrate in a style not seen
since the Seventies. In the dark corridors of Falconcrest BARRY
and the BOYS - Messrs BOYLE, CURRIE, SMITH, McCANN & Co - are
smiling with quiet satisfaction at putting the loathsome Lanning
in his place. But in the dingy bunkers of ME FIST, Lord UNDY is
glances at the shadows not knowing who is going to plunge the dagger
in his back first.
Serwotka's victory, by
40,740 votes to 33,942, was due partly to the full mobilisation
of every Trot in the union, helped a bit by ordinary members who
wanted to give two fingers to Lanning, James Undy and the Underlings,
and significantly by a large number of the Moderati who had been
less than covertly told to give Marek his day of glory.
The Mods now have the
initiative. First of all LANNING is on the ropes. He couldn't defeat
the Trots - he let them in, this is what you get when you move against
Barry -- is what the Moderati are already chanting. The ball's in
In early January the
legal challenge to the 50 nominations rule - raised by PAULINE ABRAMS
- will be heard. Now, if the Commissioner upholds the appeal, which
is more than likely, then there will have to be another election.
It's possible that dear
Pauline may now have second thoughts. This is extremely unlikely
if only because the 50 hurdle is likely to beyond the reach of any
Mod candidate, let alone those who covet RAMSBLADDER's mantle. But
having SERWOTKA in post, for at least the two years when he's got
to work under BARRY's eye does have some attractions.
First of all the Moderati
need to find a successor. Theoretically, BARRY could run in a new
poll. His agreement only applies to the one that's just gone. This
is unlikely. Ramsbladder has got what he's wanted; two year's of
clover to keep him in whisky until his juicy fat pension comes when
he's 55. The fact that he's written a vicious piece in the Daily
Mail about the allegedly brutal treatment at the hands of Gestapo-type
nuns when he was at the Nazareth House orphanage shows that he now
cares little for the Catholic vote which he so earnestly cultivated
throughout his past union career. So it's more or less safe to say
that dear old Barry is now definitely on his way out.
But who's going to take
his place. A year ago MARTIN BOYLE would be the obvious answer.
FATTY, now he's discovered the bliss of married life (again) is
less and less keen to trade blows with his enemies - which are legion.
VAL STANSFIELD is another option but Skippy's fans are all based
in London. CURRIE and SMITH are not nationally known, even though
they think otherwise and ABRAMS doesn't want a full-time post.
So the Mods need time
to think. Of course, if ME FIRST suddenly saw the light and offered
to accept a "compromise" candidate for a joint campaign
to deal with SERWOTKA in a re-run the Moderati would jump at it.
But the only two immediate choices - BOYLE or SKIPPY - are hardly
the stuff of "compromise". Both hate ME FIST more than
they hate the TROTS. Both have lists longer than the Great Wall
of China, Skippy's is probably double that of Boyle's, and Undy,
Lanning and the dregs of the Unity group are top on both.
LORD FLICK, who is already
under fire from within his own camp, is placing all his bets on
a re-run. He's gonna lose face by being forced to back down on the
50 nominations rule but that's better than losing everything, which
is what is going to happen if LANNING fails. NOSFERUNDI is banking
now on a new three-horse race between ME FIRST, the Moderati and
the Trots. This, he hopes, will leave Marek with just the core Trot
and mainly low caste vote, the Moderati with the right-wing lower
castes while the Underlings mop up their high-caste constituency
and Lanning wins.
It's a gamble. The Moderati
may not play ball at all. They could drop the case. They could even
run a no-hope lay candidate if they had to while still mobilising
on the quiet for Serwotka to keep Lanning out. They might even
settle for the acceptance of a lower nominations number for future
elections and opt not to contest the re-run, on the grounds that
they haven't had time to choose a suitable candidate. After
all they've still got Barry until 2002 as sole General Secretary
In the Trot camp Serwotka's followers are tasting the wild fruits
of victory and scoring points over their Mendicant rivals, who now
call themselves the "Socialist Party".
And in the Mendicant
camp there's also bitterness. Old UNCLE MAC sees that the one chance
he had in his entire life to become General Secretary came and went
without him even noticing it - all because LEON BAUGH could not
see the wood for the trees until it was too late, and that all for
a vice-presidency that BAUGH was never going to get in the first
RUNSWICK, the great thinker
and self-appointed guru of the left, realises that for the next
year or so, he's going to have to dance to a tune played by Marek
and his comrades in the Alliance for Wankers' Liberty, a tune he's
been waiting to play for over twenty years.
And as for "Unity",
A further point to ponder
is MAREK's GS CONTRACT: If he signs up to it to take over as sole
GS in 2002, and the courts order a rerun, SERWOTKA could sue for
breach of contract. £300,000 should cover the tab...
THE SMOKING GUN
Interesting NEC today:
Predictably, there was
some rather extreme piss-taking of BOB BOWMAN, HUGE LACKEY's organiser,
by the MODS at the NEC.
After the NEC, drinkies
paid for by "PCS plus" were supposed to be a celebration
party for ME1ST. Turned out to be a smug gloating party by the MODERATI.
VERONICA BAYNE, liberally
refreshed, could not believe the MODR8s were so happy about LANNING's
loss. STUART CURRIE was heard to say 'I'm not happy about who's
won, It's who's lost that I'm happy about.'
Our spies tell us that
the MODS did a fair amount of undercover canvassing for MAREK, with
one MOD saying openly 'yeah my branch nominated BARRY one week,
then send out a support MARK SERWOTKA leaflet the week after'
JAMES UNDY and SARAH
JONES put a brave face on things by going along to the bash, what
they didn't realise was that the remainder of the ME1STERS had disappeared
to the smoking room to have a post mortem over the election. Knives
out for Sarah and James?
Mr HUGH LANOLIN was seen
to be in deep discussion with one of the firms that had set up shop
for the do, none other than THOMSONS SOLICITORS. Need a Solicitor,
The CATHOLIC CALEDONIAN
MAFIA of the MODS led by Mr Reamsbottom disappeared to WIMBLEDON
DOGS for a night of drinking and gambling.
|Serwotka reminiscing with Duggan
about the old days when Mickey was CPSA DHSS Section Chair,
and Mark wasn't.
Word reaches me that,
after the GS election, Reamsbottom was invited to Mr Speaker Martin's
party to celebrate his first Queen's speech and election as speaker.
They attended the same school or something.
Who should sidle up to
Barry but Chancellor Gordon Brown demanding to know "What the
f uck's going on in your union?"
Dave Owen gains points
for sneaking what must be the first televised mention of Marek's
heroic victory into a rant on Question Time last night, but loses
marks (sorry) for failing to mention our Glorious Leader Elect by
Meanwhilee former Membership
Department teaboy Neil Fergus has migrated down under with his partner
and, having belatedly realised that he is going to need to earn
a living and having no discernible skills to offer, is desperately
trying to blag a sinecure in either the Aussie trade union movement
or civil service. He has already used up any remaining good will
amongst former PCS and civil service colleagues at home by his insistence
on emailing them photos of him and the missus sunning themselves
under blue skies while we all endure freezing conditions, third
world transport services and crap jobs back in Blighty, so we wish
him every failure and serve the cocky little bastard right.