Note to the historically impaired – Niccolò Machiavelli was a 15th century historian, writer and politician who emphasized using the Dark Side of the Force when ruling. Rumor has it that President Select Donald Trump keeps a copy of his book 'The Prince' at his beside to ponder over when he is finished with his Tweets for the night.
The wise leader must chose carefully his plans for Attaining power.
A decisive ruthlessness must be applied.
Use the power of speech to denigrate your opponent.
Do not hesitate even if this be a female, weaker, or even crippled.
A few well placed hard words are as good as many blows.
To see things the way you wish them too.
And where effective, to destroy.
The truth of what is being said is not important.
No matter how benign, inaccurate or mean spirited they may be.
Though distorted and self delusionary they may be.
Even though they have little effect on your life.
No matter what pretensions they may put on of strength, courage or Smartness.
To destroy and tear apart those who dare oppose you.
Heed the counsel of those who also have power in the agencies below you.
And continue to act in what is truly your best interest.
With those who are more conforming to your ideal.
Understand your will, and what their suffering will be should they undermine it.
That is your true friend.
Money can buy you what and who you need to be on top.
Get lots of it. Grab every penny you can.
money generating machines do so.
Be clandestine and secretive with them.
Remember always- it is your money that got you where you are now.
To the job you aspire to.
No matter how these really gag you and work contrary to your attentions.
Even when it is subtly to their detriment.
And lived full lives despite the many who would gladly see them dead.
Of land, riches, women and the grand material life.


THERE is no end in sight to the severe disruption a landslide has caused for Scunthorpe area rail passengers, according to a leading rail expert.
Sim Harris, managing editor at Railnews, the national newspaper for the British rail industry, says the landslide near Hatfield Colliery that is affecting thousands of North Lincolnshire rail passengers is the worst in decades.The disruption for passengers travelling between Scunthorpe and Doncaster has seen their journeys extended by up to an hour as they take buses to and from their destination.Work cannot begin repairing the track until the landslide stops moving – and officials at Network Rail say they have no idea when this will be.Mr Harris says it could be at least May before normal services resume.
Mr Harris said: "Landslips themselves are not that uncommon and over the last year there have been quite a few because of the heavy rain that we have had.
"There have been a lot of landslips that have not been rail-related, but some railways have been affected.
"This one is certainly the worst in my recollection and you have to go back a long way to find anything of this nature.
"In 1953, there were floods along the east coast service near Newcastle, where bridges were washed away.
"I don't think I have seen anything like this in recent memory. I don't recall anything as serious as this.
"There is no end in sight."
Heavy rains in recent weeks have caused a major landslide in Subiza (Cendea of Galar) that has devastated rural roads, farms and caused serious damage to two electrical towers that are at serious risk of falling. The landslide is located on the southeast slope of Mount of Forgiveness, towards Bells, and therefore did not affect any house in this small town of Basin, about 190 inhabitants. The dimensions of the land mass, dragged stones and vegetation, as a result of heavy rainfall are calculated such that can reach 800 meters long and 700 wide. "It is of immense dimensions, and quite tremendous." I've never seen one this big slide," claimed yesterday Esteban Faci, geologist of the Government of Navarre, in an initial field assessment. Continuous rains, during January and February, along with the snowmelt, are behind this spectacular landslide, which began about three or four weeks, according to Ismael Amatriain. As if it were a glacier, the tongue of land, rocks and vegetation has shifted gradually from the hillside, taking about six or seven fields of wheat and barley crops with it. It has also destroyed three rural roads; sometimes breaking them so dramatically that you could see a stretch perfectly, you can see where the next, 10 or 15 feet had moved. In addition, roads, are covered by tons of earth in places, and have large and deep cracks. The council has sealed off many of these roads, making access totally impassable. The landslide also destroyed a cattle track that crossed the region.


January is gone, and with it Blue Monday, dubbed the "most miserable day of the year," and Bell's Let's Talk day, a day devoted to an awareness campaign aimed at helping to reduce the stigma attached to challenges with mental health (also known as emotional or brain health to further reduce stigma).
Regardless of how you feel about some of the controversies of either awareness day, they do, in fact, get people talking.
Talking is what research suggests might help us all move toward health and well-being.
Numerous risk factors can play a part in mental health problems, but social isolation can be both a cause and symptom of several mental illnesses, affecting people of any age, and sometimes exacerbated by rural challenges.
How can we help each other thrive? One way is by looking at our community and asking how we might better prevent isolation and better encourage physical health, even on the coldest of days in the deepest of snow.
Are we encouraging social opportunities and physical health for all, regardless of economic background, age or ability with accessible infrastructure and a variety of free or low-cost programming? Do our neighbours have transportation and support to integrate fully into the community? Where do our kids gather together outside of school, without need for membership fees or the same interest? When was the last time we made time away from work or a screen to meet with a friend, or checked in on a neighbour? Do we say "let me know if you need anything," or are we proactively making kind gestures and lightening someone's load? Are you so distracted that you are less connected to others around you?
Look out for people who you don't pass on the streets or stand behind in line at the store, and say hello to people who you do. Rather than just scrolling through a newsfeed, send individual messages, or better yet, phone or meet with friends who might need some face time, as we all do.
February is here, and we all know it can be a grey and dismal month. One simple word – hello – can make a big impact on someone who's feeling alone and isolated. Maybe you'll just positively interrupt the familiarity of someone's day, or maybe you'll help them feel included and acknowledged and less alone. Let's talk.


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4th of july party tablescape!
submitted by simply creative insanity!
i love the vintage feel to this party!
the mason jar drink glasses with labels are my favorite.
brandy did the party on a budget.
she used items and things from around her house.
great job, brandy! thanks for your submission! congrats on being the winning feature today!
Thank you so much for the feature and all of the great parties here everyday!
Great job!!Just love how cottagy it feels.
Be sure to come and be a part of "SUMMER SUNDAYS", my weekly meme. It's all about what summer means to YOU!
What a fabulous site you have! I fell in love with your spigoted watermelon and linked you up on my site. Happy 4th of July!


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Home News New police commissioner-general Matanga orders CIO deputy director off farm
New police commissioner-general Matanga orders CIO deputy director off farm
New police commissioner-general Godwin Matanga has ordered Central Intelligence Organisation (CIO) boss Ephrain Nhamo, who illegally occupied businessman Chris Takura Tande's Carig Crag estate, to vacate the land immediately in what has been hailed as a sign of the new president's drift towards upholding the rule of law.
Tande — the managing director of the re-licensed Time Bank — whooped with joy this week when Matanga ordered the officer commanding Mashonaland East police to escort the sheriff to evict the CIO deputy director from the farm — whose lawful owner is Watermount Estates Pvt Ltd.
The farm is bonded to Tande's Time Bank. Watermount is an affiliate company of the commercial bank.
In a January 17 letter to Tande's lawyers Nyamayaro Makanza and Bakasa law firm, Matanga told the banker that he can return to his farm in eastern Zimbabwe — grabbed from him in 2005.
"Be advised that I have directed officer commanding police Mashonaland East Province to avail police officers who will escort the sheriff to execute court order HC2100 on behalf of your client," the acting police chief said in the letter.
The police chief was acting in accordance with the latest Writ of Ejectment issued on January 13 last year against Nhamo, and other senior CIO officers all claiming occupation through him.
The CIO bosses were booted out of the farm on Wednesday. Tande and his family, and many of their workers, were evicted at gunpoint from their farm in the east of the country in 2005 by the CIO bosses loyal to former president Robert Mugabe. Mugabe, 93, was forced to resign in November last year after 37 years in power after a military intervention, in which he was succeeded by his former ally Emmerson Mnangagwa.
The seizure of Tande's farm in 2005 came just after his commercial bank, Time, was placed under curatorship in 2004 and subsequently its licence was cancelled in 2006. The Administrative Court first reinstated the licence in 2009 but its return was stonewalled by authorities.
Following discussions between the new Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe governor John Mangudya and Time Bank to address the contentious issues, a resolution has been reached, paving way for re-opening of the bank.
Tande told the Daily News yesterday that Time Bank shall be resuming banking operations in the next six months subject to prior inspections by the RBZ to ensure that the indigenous bank has put in place the necessary capital and banking and IT systems and structures.
Tande said he was thrilled that his 13-year war against his despoliation of his assets was coming to an end and the new administration was calling to order those who engineered the invasion of his property, that he personally bought.
Tande recalled how in 2006 the CIO bosses arrived at his farm brandishing offer letters that had been "allocated" by minister of State for Security Didymus Mutasa, who was also responsible for land reform and resettlement.
He contested the seizure of his private property several times in the courts and won several court judgments which were never enforced.
Despite court orders, the sheriff's attempt to evict the CIO bosses were met with stiff resistance and violence. The sheriff then tried to enlist the services of the police to escort them to enforce the High Court orders, but former police chief Augustine Chihuri refused to cooperate.
Several letters were written to the police by the sheriff requested for escort but they were snubbed.
After the fall of Chihuri, the sheriff Macduff Madega on December 15 wrote to officer commanding Mashonaland East requesting for police escort to peacefully execute its mandate as stated in the court order and Writ of Execution. The letter was copied to the officer-in-charge of Juru Growth Point and the Police General Headquarters.
Tande's lawyers stepped up pressure on police in a December 18 letter highlighting that the sheriff tried to evict and faced resistance from the CIO occupants and the sheriff made a formal report at Juru Police Station under RRB number 3340671.
"Such behaviour is unlawful and a clear case of obstruction of justice and contempt of court," Tande's lawyers said in the letter to Matanga. "You will note that the court order also specifically provides that the ZRP shall assist the sheriff in the eviction of the occupants in the eviction. In terms of this Constitution of Zimbabwe, no one is above the law and everyone has a duty to uphold the law and abide by court orders."
On January 17, Matanga then ordered that the CIO bosses be evicted.
Perrance Shiri, the former airforce boss who is the new land and agriculture minister, has called for "unquestionable sanity on the farms."
"All those who were illegally settled or who just settled themselves on resettlement land should vacate immediately," Shiri said in a meeting with provincial ministers in Harare.
"Only those people with documentation of land occupancy and or those who were allocated land legitimately should remain on the farms and concentrate on production unhindered."
Zimbabwe, once a net exporter of grain to southern Africa, has suffered food shortages over the last 17 years as its farming sector has been hit by drought and disruptions linked to the land seizures.
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"Exhibit A." The instructor held up something shiny and silver. "This is a butterfly knife." He flashed and twirled the weapon so that the two halves of the handle clacked and rattled like a leper's clapper. With blinding speed he made the knife perform a series of dexterous manoeuvres that ended as suddenly as they had begun, with the startled attention of the trainees.
"Impressive eh?" We assured him that it was.
"Bollocks!" he sneered, "There's not a child on my estate, over the age of twelve, who can't do that better than I can." He returned the knife to the table beside him. "Exhibit B."
Exhibit B turned out to be a plastic bag, containing something dirty in shades of red and white. He held it up and looked round at us expectantly.
"This T-shirt was used to staunch the head wound of a man who had suffered a violent assault at Aldgate East," he told us, straightening the garment to reveal the Guardian Angels' emblem that showed darkly through the oxide-red of the dried bloodstain. "If you are fortunate enough to be allowed to wear these colours," he waved the gory item under our noses, "this is what they'll look like if you are unfortunate enough to meet someone with one of these!" He flashed exhibit A and the steel hissed as he made an imaginary slash at our throats. "Point taken?"
The point was taken. I looked again at the bloody relic, and thought of those other red and white T-shirts in Carnaby Street and Leicester Square, emblazoned with the pointless slogan "I Heart London."
"Maybe," I thought, as the lesson sank in, "it's because I'm not a Londoner that I'm sick to death of the place."
VI. Falling In Love With A Girl On The Tube
I was fortunate in having many good teachers to help me find my footing in the new world that I had blundered into The first, and probably the best, was my brother Colin. His method was simple. He not only left me to my own devices, but shortly after my return from Scotland, he took himself off, with his partner, to South Wales, to while away the long, penniless student vacation with her parents. I had to make my own mistakes, a project I embarked upon with immediate success, but the lessons I learned were more lasting as a result.
My first day back found me tackling the intricacies of shopping. Daily trips to the Triangle stores in Castle Cary had left me with a rough knowledge of where food came from, but the topography of something as large as Sainsburys was well beyond my simple command. Nevertheless, I contrived successfully not only to buy provisions, but also to take them home and cook them into a passable breakfast, an act of autonomy that pleased me no end.
The oratory of Cicero, had I been awake when it was under scrutiny, probably contained no useful hints whatsoever about where to buy the cheapest vegetables, nor indeed how to even recognise what was cheap and what not. I was innocent of such matters, and had no idea what things ought to cost. Money was something I had become accustomed to buying records with. Now, all of a sudden, there was this inconvenient situation whereby it had to be constantly spent on food or there would come a time when dinner would cease to be a viable prospect. There are only so many days in a single week when it is desirable to eat chips, and even my slowly evolving sense of economics was able to appreciate the logistics involved in buying takeaway foods. One portion of chips, at 65p, equated to approximately one pound of potatoes, the value of which was 7p, or 13p if you wanted Jersey Royals. The disadvantage, of course, is that the potatoes have to be cooked, which involves Mother. Mother isn't here so......
I overcame the problem of not having taken an O-level in shopping by settling into a diet of ox liver, which seemed cheap enough and was reputed to be nutritious, potatoes, either mashed or boiled - anything involving oil or an oven was far too complicated - and baked beans. Thus my scant resources were able to keep me supplied with tobacco, while at the same time staving off starvation, and the liver kept my pelt nice and shiny.
I went to the dole office. Signing on in rural Somerset was done by post and after the initial 'hands on' interview, at their HQ in Yeovil, you never saw them again. Here in London things were considerably different.
Back in the good old days, when being a punk meant being an 'anarchist', and being an 'anarchist' simply meant going on the dole and avoiding responsibility as much as possible, we used to think that signing on was hard work, and that the staff at the DHSS - Department of Stealth and Total Obscurity as we knew them - were a bunch of hardened nazis whose only desire was to swindle us out of the money that was rightfully ours. The system was complex. No mere question of accepting cash handouts over the counter, but a lot of ballyhoo involving several offices, lots of paperwork and the risk, at the end of the day, of being given a weekly signing-on time of before eleven-thirty! The toughs who ran the show, we were convinced, were committed to a programme of destruction, that would end up with us all destitute in the gutter, or worse still, getting jobs! Had we known then that a hard-faced bunch of fanatics were going to come along and start re-organising the welfare state, we would doubtless have thought more kindly of them.
To do them justice, there was a certain Old World charm to their bureaucracy. Nowadays they have tightened up the rules and simply made the procedure too complicated to understand, with the result that many souls give up halfway through. Back then it was so much simpler - they kept the quota down by simply throwing away a designated amount of files each week. "Name please.... Mr Hatcher?.....wait a moment please.......... Well.. I can't find the paperwork, we seem to have lost your claim..."
'Lost my claim' indeed! Over the seven or so years that I played the dole - it really was like a lottery, or a fruit machine - they 'lost my claim' on no less than eight occasions. It's a bit like landing on the head of a snake and sliding down, all the way back to square one, to start the laborious procedure all over again. "Sorry, back to the beginning, you never said 'May I'. Simple Simon did not tell you to attend this office, cubicle 6 at 09.30 on Thursday. BOINNNG! Yer out!"
These were the good old days indeed! We weren't 'customers' then. We were, each and every one of us who stepped through the doors of Spurstowe Terrace or Langham House, back-sliding no good scrounging bums, but lost claims aside, at least they paid up at the end of the day.
As far as I was concerned, I already had a job - I just didn't get paid for it. I was a musician, although it wouldn't have done to have told them that. Besides, I reasoned, there were plenty of people out there who wanted jobs, so I was performing a public service by allowing them to take my place in the national labour force. I wasn't ashamed.....
Lost claims were not the only spanners that could fall into the works. A change of address also meant starting afresh. Eventually, by the time I'd moved house a dozen times, I came to know the ropes pretty well. They were long ropes, and whenever possible it was preferable to continue signing from the old address, even if this meant crossing London once a week to sign on and pick up a giro. Squatters were normally put on Personal Issue, which meant that you picked up your cheque at the same time as signing. Personal Issue was safer, they said, as squats were assumed to be full of criminal scum, who would steal your mail as soon as look at it, but from our point of view it was better because when something went wrong you were there on the spot to start sorting it out immediately. Few experiences are more depressing than waking up on giro day to the awful realisation that the anticipated cheque has not arrived. On these occasions, households of slumbering layabouts would be woken by a dreadful cry from the vicinity of the doormat, as one of their fellows stared in disbelief at the empty space on the floor where the little buff-brown envelope should be. A cry of rage, tinged with a deep and penetrating despair would rise up from the very bowels of the thwarted soul, manifesting itself in a plea to an unjust God for succour and deliverance in this hour of need. "Where's my giro!"
The Pilgrim's progress, from initial signing to sweet-scented green and mauve girocheque, was both quaint and Dickensian. Step one usually involved going to the nearest dole office to be informed that you were in the wrong building. Directions would follow and the would-be claimant would present themselves at their next destination, full of hope and rehearsing their lines. By some bizarre twist of logic, the DHSS sorted its clientele alphabetically by occupation, rather than by name. "What is your usual form of work Mr Hatcher?"
"I'm a Production Operative". Never, remember, never a musician, as this will alert them to the fact that you do not intend to seek work, and they will call you into the job centre and grill you.
"Sorry, you're in the wrong place here. We only deal with A-M here. You want to be over at Blenheim Crescent. Sorry". Damn! Why didn't I say 'Labourer?' That'll teach me to try and be clever.
Strike two! At the next office, a simple form B1 has to be filled out, and an interview arranged for some three days hence, in order to verify your particulars, and to give then time to investigate your shady past. Three days pass in penury, and then it's back to Blenheim Crescent to await your summons to a sealed booth, wherein waits an interrogator behind crowbar-proof glass.
"Name rank and serial number, etc., etc. Why did you leave your last employment? What are you doing to find work?...We will ask the questions!....Have you a secure address? What was the largest island in the South Pacific before the discovery of Australia? Wrong! It was a trick question - the answer was of course 'Australia' you prat. You're supposed to have O-levels. Take this form BIC to the DHSS. Here's your UB40; your signing on time is 04.30. Ha! Only joking. 10.30, cubicle 3. Don't be late and have a good day now". Thus armed with form BIC, which serves no earthly purpose, but has to be delivered for three consecutive weeks before the claim is up and running (and eligible for losing), the journey comes temporarily to an end, back at the office where you started in the first place. Work? I've never known work like it!
Strolling up the Camberwell New Road, having been redirected from the nearby offices to a job centre in distant Peckham, I was jerked from my reverie by a sudden squeal of brakes. A flashy red Capri had skidded to a halt beside me, out of which leapt two gentlemen dressed in bomber jackets and jeans. "Old Bill!" one of them said with a flourish, extending a warrant card for the barest of milliseconds. "Where are you off to then?" I never had, and never subsequently picked up the counter-productive habit of being rude to policemen, besides which, the Starsky and Hutch nature of their arrival had impressed me no end. I politely informed them that I was on my way to the job centre, and they, realising from my accent that I was a harmless hick, leapt back into their motor and sped off to find some real villains. Vaguely hoping that passers by would have me marked for a real villain after this dramatic encounter, I ambled on my way.
At the job centre, a very kind lady wanted to help me find a job. All I wanted was a BIC to take back to Camberwell, but protocol demanded I show willing. She offered me the office, she offered me the shop. "Do you want to make tea at the BBC?" I came up with ingenious excuses for refusing everything she had, including a lucrative position cleaning out rabbit cages in a laboratory. Eventually she had exhausted her repertoire and handed me the necessary document. "Come back when you've had a little time to think", was her friendly advice.
"Like in about fifty years," I thought.
Back home, I was able to review the afternoon's events with some satisfaction. I had not only been offered Career Opportunities by the callous servants of state control, but also hassled by the pigs, and all on my first day! Things were looking up! Here I was truly in the city of the Clash!
For my next trick, I joined a band.
Scanning the musicians wanted ads in Melody Maker, I came across a likely looking request for a drummer. I went along to see them rehearse - guitars, bass and vocals only - and as they were desperate to fill the position, and I was desperate to join a band, they took me on faith and I became the new drummer for Attitudes. My loyal parents forwarded the drumkit, and I suddenly found myself playing like I'd never played before.
Attitudes were a Mod band. The bulk of the material was original, there were a few Motown covers thrown in for good measure, but what was really impressive about them was their professional approach to playing music, and the care and energy that they devoted to rehearsal and arrangement. They made it clear from the start that they weren't looking for a clonker. They wanted someone who would keep a straightforward beat, and do as he was told. Under their supervision, and through relentless drilling, I surprised myself by very quickly finding my way.
They were all North London lads. Vince, Mark, and his cousin Réne all worked for the Water Board near The Angel, while Dave, the bassist, was from Enfield, and worked for the Ministry of Defence. Mark and Réne wrote all the songs. Réne played lead guitar, Vince played rhythm, while Mark sang. My name soon became cockneyfied to 'Gal', and I quickly came to accept my role as office junior, eccentric in appearance, but tolerated because biddable. From time to time they would beseech me to dress a bit smarter, as I hardly fitted in with the band's image, but drummers are scarce commodities, so they put up with my unpleasant wardrobe.
We rehearsed twice weekly, Thursday evenings and Sunday afternoons, at a catholic mission on Amwell Street in Islington. Shortly after my first modest payment, the DHSS decided that as I had left my last job voluntarily, they would have to suspend my claim for six weeks. In vain did I protest that I had moved 120 miles, and that commuting to Evercreech was not a viable option. This left me completely broke, so I was obliged to learn, firstly, how to bunk the tube, secondly how to beg, and thirdly, how to walk from Camberwell to Islington.
This wasn't so bad as it sounds. The walk took me along the Embankment most of the way, and then northwards up Farringdon Road, and I learned to do it in an hour and a half without busting a gut. Bunking the tube was fine on the outward journey, as there were emergency steps at Angel, which enabled you to avoid the ticket collector who was stationed at the exit to the lifts. A rapid sprint to the surface was enough to gain freedom, and save 25p, which was the minimum fare, and to avoid the need to tell a barefaced lie: "I've only come from Kings Cross." Returning to Oval, the 25p had to be grudgingly paid. London Transport, like social security, has since fallen into the hands of the market economists, and even scrounging doleys now have to pay their way or walk.
From Attitudes I learned discipline. I also learned that a rehearsal needs to be ruled with an iron rod if anything is to be achieved. With Mark in control there were no endless blues jams; no half hours of muddle while everyone fiddled introspectively with their instruments, waiting for someone to come up with an idea, and no sudden bursts of fretwank while someone else was talking. Mark and Réne came to rehearsal with a set plan of action. Usually we would play the set, which under their guidance rapidly grew to twenty odd songs, and then work on new material, winding up with a few repetitions of the trickier parts of the repertoire.
Mark wrote about his experiences of life, which at this stage seemed to comprise equal parts of romantic angst and job dissatisfaction. He had a good ear for a tune, and although his lyrics were not what I was interested in singing about - being the spotty punk from Hell - within the framework of his personal existence they carried a conviction frequently absent in the work of the rich and famous:
When the space between the curtains lets in the sun
It's a long time before I realise that day has come
The weekend went its usual way
You met a girl who didn't stay
And Monday has the nerve to say there's work to be done
I've seen it all before
The only thing to do
To while away the time
Is falling in love with a girl on the tube
While away the time was one of my favourites. It had a fantastic tune, and a sweet guitar break after each chorus that always lifted me up above the day to day traumas of the cost of tobacco and the long walk home. We recorded it once, along with a track called The Business Man, which was pure Jam, circa Setting Sons, which hadn't been released yet. Lyrically, a lot of the songs came nearer to This is the Modern World, although this was as far as the Jam influence extended, as the sound was fairly original.
One of the last acts I was able to perform in defiance of prudence, before my money completely ran out, was to get my hair dyed black with a green stripe down the middle, for which I paid £5 to an Italian barber in West Kensington, compounding the sin by squandering another fiver on a Sid Vicious T-shirt from 'Boy', in the King's Road. This turned out to prove a sound financial investment, as I had taken to passing the evenings in Soho, where foreign tourists would happily pay 10p to be photographed next to a real English punk rocker, and a silly haircut was an advantage. Attitudes were not so keen on it, as it did nothing to dispel the fears of the nuns at Amwell Street, who assumed I was an emissary of Satan. I thought it was wonderful, and sewed half a dozen more zips into my trousers to celebrate.
Even less keen than the nuns, were the teddy boys I had the misfortune to encounter one night, when providence had equipped me with the tube fare home from Angel. As the train passed down the platform at Bank, some twenty heavily overdressed specimens came tearing alongside and bounced into my coach with loud whoops and cries of "Woooaaaarrrrr! Punk rocker!" While my fellow travellers wisely buried their faces in their newspapers, I was good-naturedly kicked around the coach, and eventually booted out onto the platform at Kennington. When they found I had nothing of value, and only 25p on me they took pity and let me keep it:
"I've only come from Elephant & Castle," I lied as I limped past the ticket barrier.
My nightly walks to the West End took me, again, along the riverbank, past Vauxhall, Westminster and 'that clock' and on to Charing Cross, where I would vanish into the glowing heart of the city to see what luck would have in store. I would make casual acquaintances with evil spiky creatures, and tag along on their pointless rounds of petty vandalism and nuisance. One gang I fell in with spent the evening shoplifting, for which I had no stomach, hanging back and eventually abandoning them when they decided to go down to St. James' Park to mug some dossers. I was disappointed in them. I imagined punks to be above such things - anti-social by all means, but nowhere in my record collection were there lyrics that went along the lines of:
After hours and after dark
Let's go muggin' down the park
Winos lying on the ground -
Beat them up and shake them down!
St James' Park!
After dark!
Cor wotta lark!
But then, this was before the advent of the 'Oi!' movement.
One den of punk rock iniquity that did draw me was the Eagle Club in Wardour Mews, a horrid dank basement that opened at 11pm and entertained its customers with cacophonically loud punk music until seven in the morning. Presided over by the most enormous black gentleman that I have ever seen, for the readily beggable admission fee of £1, you could spend the night alone on the floor being ignored by everyone, wishing the music wasn't too loud to try and make conversation, and watching enormous skinhead couples rutting on the floor in the corner. It was at the Eagle that I first heard of Adam and the Ants, who had a massive underground cult following at the time (a lot of whom were pretty sick by the time Adam became Prince Charming), and also learned the significance of the letter A in a circle, which seemed to be proliferating on the backs of fashionable leather jackets.
Needless to say I painted one on mine. It was on my last visit to the club that I acquired that most essential of garments. Shaken awake by the grinning proprietor, I was handed a couple of blue pills - "Here boy, these'll get you home." My vast benefactor handed me an adjacent leather jacket and clapped me on the shoulder. I beat a hasty retreat in case the real owner should regain consciousness and reclaim the garment, scurrying off like a rat through the narrow streets with my prize. Somehow the walk home that morning didn't seem to take quite so long.....
Thereafter, in the heavily disguised new leather carapace, I avoided the Eagle Club. It was just one jacket among many, but I loved it with all my heart, and dared not risk its loss.
Being a newcomer to London, I had no idea that my fresh faced youth, and habit of hanging out around Piccadilly, made people assume I was a rentboy. I had many encounters with hospitable gentlemen, anxious to buy me drinks, and it was only years later that their true significance dawned on me. Always keen to accept their charity, I would accept cigarettes and a milkshake then bid them goodnight quite happily. Some of the poor fellows must have been hanging around for hours trying to work up the courage to make an approach. I shudder to think how many nights on the town I may have ruined in my innocence, not to mention the loss of earnings incurred by those actively engaged in the trade - I'm probably lucky to be alive......
One night I did come pretty close to realising the extent of my folly. I was sitting on a telephone relay box in Leicester Square, listening to the distant drums of a marching band, when I was approached by a porky little man with curly hair, a large nose, and a lowland Scots accent.
"You look like a person who's interested in music," he opened. Not an unreasonable assumption, as my clothes were awash with the slogans and names of a number of bands then in vogue.
"Yes I am", I replied with the guileless politeness that frequently alienated me from the sleazy punks whose company I tried in vain to keep.
"I thought as much." He smiled charmingly. "Look, I'm a journalist - I write for Melody Maker - perhaps if you're not doing anything, you'd like to come back and see my record collection? It's quite extensive, I'm sure you'd find it interesting." Failing, as usual, to recognise a pick-up line when it stared me in the face, I readily agreed. Fortunately for me he was a stickleback and not a pike, because within minutes we were in his car and heading west, me chain-smoking his Dunhill filter-tips and wondering if he might be good for a couple of quid, and him..? Well, Lord only knows what he was thinking.
We arrived at his flat, which was opulent. His record collection was every bit as large as he had promised and there was a gold cigarette case on the table, to which I was just about to turn my full attention when my host - who hadn't even had time to take off his coat yet - came up with the bright idea of dining out. "Look," he said, "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry - I know this really great Italian. My treat, how about it?"
A number of possible replies would have been appropriate here: "Of course its your treat you git, I haven't got a bean", or "Mother told me never to accept Scaloppini Di Vitally from a stranger" spring to mind and would have been both appropriate and urbane. Instead I said "OK," and followed him back out to the car. Three lemons lined up in my head and I prepared to do justice to the situation.
John, for this I learned was his name, seemed to be pacing himself for something. While I filled myself up with tuna salad, veal in white wine sauce and black cherry cheesecake, he consumed something sparse and healthy with asparagus. The veal was excellent - it was a dish I had missed sorely since I'd left the George Hotel, a year or so before - and the wine was plentiful. John, no doubt because he was driving, was doing his best to keep my glass full, while drinking as little as possible himself, so by the time we headed back to his flat I was as pissed I'd ever been. Stuffed and ready for the pot, my belly heaving and my mouth full of Dunhill, I settled on his couch to await developments.
"Here we are then." He clapped me on the back in a comradely fashion. "How about another drink?" This time he mixed us both a buck's fizz. "Bottoms up". He clapped me on the back again, this time with a slow circular motion. Somewhere deep within my saturated belly a vague sense of unease began struggling to make its presence felt, while my mind continued to focus on the gold cigarette case and tried to feign a polite interest in the record collection which, I reasoned, was the sole purpose for coming here was it not?
John didn't seem to think so. He was more preoccupied with the comradely back slapping side of things, and his efforts were becoming increasingly complicated, one even finding its way under my shirt and up my spine. Despite my advanced state of inebriation, I was beginning to smell a rat.
"Let me show you something", my host was vibrant, animated and strangely excited. "These are really way out! Straight from Sweden!" 'These' turned out to be a series of pornographic magazines of a frankness and brutality I had never imagined. The soggy efforts we had recovered from the long grass behind the tennis courts, back in Castle Cary, had been filled with bored looking girls with their legs apart, adverts for vibrators and knobbly chocolate flavoured condoms, and the tragic endeavours of reader's wives. Here before me was something completely different, in which the reader's wives grandchildren, got down to the serious business of being rogered in every possible orifice by an old school teacher. The models were all Orientals, and none of the children seemed older than twelve. Their faces were blank masks, and their tiny genitals looked ready to snap off unless handled with extreme care. I am no expert on erotica, finding it comical rather than arousing, but this wasn't funny. I conveyed my indifference to John, and was rewarded with another hearty rub. I steered the conversation back to the record collection, inwardly warning myself that the situation might not be entirely innocent, and politely declined another drink.
I must have been well aware by now that I'd been picked up, but somehow the drink and my innocence continued to string me along. My host wasn't large enough, or brutal enough to take me by force, so I was more amused than frightened. When it became too late for me to think of catching a tube train anywhere (even if I'd had the fare) and John announced that it was time we were hitting the sack, I was relieved at the opportunity this presented to claim the couch, and spend the rest of the night sobering up alone with his Dunhills. John wouldn't hear of it "Plenty of room in the bed" he insisted, "No problem - you take this side, I'll take the other. Plenty of room."
I was tired. I was drunk. I clung desperately to the last shreds of gullibility and stripped down to my grimy Y-fronts and got into the bed next to him, anxious to believe that nothing was going to happen: I just wanted to go to sleep. He turned out the light......
To this day I wish I could remember the exact words he used as his comradely hand sneaked down the front of my pants, it was so terribly gauche. Something along the lines of 'Let's have a look at what the old man's doing then.' The 'old man' was doing fine. He was curled up in his smelly cocoon of greasy nylon, his little Jap's-eye shut tight, and the last thing he wanted was to shake hands with a stranger. I was finally obliged to own the truth to myself. I was in bed with a man, a situation that no amount of punk enlightenment had reconciled me to, and one from which I found myself wanting to recoil. As if this already massive breach of schoolboy taboo weren't enough, he was a little plump Scotsman, his hand was violating the sanctity of my underwear, and he undoubtedly wanted to shag me. Enough was enough, breakfast wasn't worth it.
Had I been even half the streetwise punk I longed to be, I would have elbowed him in the ribs, told him to shut up and let me get some kip and passed out, snoring drunkenly for the rest of the night. Shamefully I dressed and left with nothing more than a handful of cigarettes and his vain protestations ringing in my ears. "Hey look, you've got it all wrong - I'm not going to rape you!" He was right. He was not.
Had I, on the other hand, become his concubine, who knows in what directions my musical career might have flourished.
Boredom. poverty, my deeply ingrained ignorance, and increasing loneliness continued to lead me into perilous situations. I carried on my visits to the West End, meeting ever more unpleasant people, and slowly discovering that I didn't really want to be like them at all. Now and again, for fun, I would mix travel sickness pills and beer, and stumble about town on a horror trip, protected by God only knows what guardian angel from the pitfalls and iniquities into which I should have fallen. It is not an experience I would recommend. The hallucinations are very, very real, the three day come-down excruciating, and the danger of speaking to the wrong people while under the influence is paramount. One night I went to the Nashville to see The Sincerros with the lads from Attitudes. After the support band (The Photos), I decided to head for home, so I washed down twelve Marzene tablets with a half -pint of Guinness, and set off for the tube. I vaguely recall sitting on Oval station later that night scrawling profound remarks on the wall with a marker pen, and I remember someone, somewhere, asking me if I was 'screwing him up"'- a lovable cockney preamble to a broken nose - but I have no way of knowing how much of it was real. Back at our flats I found myself suddenly in the phonebox in Castle Cary, and the illusion was so real that I relieved myself in time honoured fashion. Upstairs, I imagined that I had lost my keys, and sat in the corridor talking to people who weren't there until Harvey, the strange beatnik with whom we shared the flat, came home and found me slumped against the wall raving about doctors and telephones. "I've lost my key," I explained. Actually it was in my pocket all the time, but in the state I was in it might as well have been on the moon.
When I examined the walls of Oval station the following day, expecting to read great depths of drug-induced insight, there were only a couple of spidery little squiggles. So much for Carlos Castenada and the doors of perception.
My only experiences with drugs until now had been these disgusting - and readily available - pills, lighter fuel, which one inhaled from aerosol cans, and a few trips round the bend with magic mushrooms, which grew on the golf course in Yeovil, and to which I had been introduced one autumnal evening. Before I moved to London, a number of people had cautioned me, in hushed tones, to beware of drugs; warnings backed up with little hard information, and even less discrimination concerning what exactly constituted drugs. To me these well-intended cautions seemed both bizarre and disembodied. "Go out," they seemed to be saying, "and get incredibly drunk, fall over and smash open the bridge of your nose on a kerbstone, but don't take drugs! Go to a nightclub and drink beastly tasting cocktails until you either choke on your own vomit or the pissed-up squaddie next to you at the bar decides to brain you with his pint glass, but don't take drugs! Drink for fifty years, until your belly reaches your knees and your liver packs up, but don't take drugs! Smoke like a chimney, risk your life at dangerous sports, go para-gliding, mountain climbing, pot-holing or skin-diving. Join the army, be a coal miner, a boxer, a skier - risk your life, and the lives of others in a thousand different ways, but don't, repeat don't! Don't! DON'T TAKE DRUGS!"
Here endeth the lesson.
My life in Camberwell was drawing to a close. Unpleasant letters were coming about the rent arrears, Colin was still away on a seemingly endless holiday, and life in general wasn't offering me what I wanted. Attitudes were teaching me a lot, but I was neither satisfied, nor did I fully appreciate the value of the experience at the time. What I really wanted was to fall amongst punks, to live their life and to play their music. I also, if the truth be known, would have been grateful to have entertained sweet nothings, murmured by someone slightly more salubrious than the portly John. In short, my exile was weighing heavily upon me, and I was mighty lonesome.
I would have died before I went back to Castle Cary, but fortunately fate took a hand and I was obliged to do neither. Fat Bob had come up to stay, one weekend, and we had decided to see how much of the tube network we could cover in a single day, when emerging at Sloane Square for a breather we bumped into Graham and Curtis from The Mob.
"Joseph!" they exclaimed, "Long time no see! What are you doing here?" They took in my green hair, leather jacket and 'Sid' T-shirt with some hilarity. "You're not off posing down the King's Road are you?"
"No", I lied, for that was exactly where we were going. "We're just out for a wander - nothing better to do...."
"Well come back to our squat for tea." I had no idea that they were all now in London, and inwardly wept with joy at finding myself again in the company of the people I would most have wanted to have been with.
We took the bus back to Shepherd's Bush, where they were squatting in number 5 Woodstock Grove, just off the Green and backing on to the railway line, a little way north of Kensington Olympia. There we met Mark, who urged me to come over and join them. He had a friend, he said, who had a room spare in a squat just down the road. I was easily persuaded.
Mark promised to speak to his friend, and I arranged to come over on the following weekend to meet them all at the Acklam Hall, a venue underneath the Westway near Portobello, where The Mob were supporting Dangerous Girls. I spent the next week looking forward to Saturday, and saying goodbye to my records, which were to remain behind until I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for. Squatting, I assumed, would oblige me to live out of a couple of carrier bags, but as I didn't own much beyond the clothes I stood up in, this didn't really present a problem. My records would be safe for the time being, and I would be free of the nagging concerns of rent, and the spirit-sapping solitude that no amount of brief encounters with unruly children in Soho could ease.
The change from confusion and bewilderment in Camberwell to resolution and direction in Shepherd's Bush was as swift and sudden as my elevation from the dark toils of the cheese factory. I met the chaps as arranged and marvelled once again at Graham's slick technique. At the end of the gig, we seized the stage and held an impromptu jam, in which Graham played bass, I performed my first public drum crimes in the capital, and sundry Dangerous Girls unleashed interminable guitar solos at the disgruntled promoters, who tried in vain to coax us offstage so they could pack up and go home.
Mark introduced me to Roddy Disorder, the man with the all important spare room, and I moved in the following day, much to the surprise of the house's other occupants who weren't expecting me. My first night as a squatter was spent in a bare room, devoid of electricity, underneath a pile of old coats.
I slept fitfully that night, due to the cold and the hardness of the floor, but once the initial embarrassment of landing amongst strangers wore off I was content. "This was what I came to London to find," I told myself, surveying the rat shit in my new basement home. "Tomorrow I will sign on again at a new dole office, and after that, I will paint an ugly mural on my bedroom wall." I was content. I was no longer scratching on the surface of the city. I had found a hole and crawled down into the underground. It made me welcome, and was very good to me for a long time.


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The Southern African Institute of Government Auditors is an association established in terms of its Constitution. The Southern African Institute of Government Auditors was founded on 27 July 1988.
The objectives of the Institute are broadly defined and encompass the promotion of the members' interests by advancing accountability and auditing. Since the principles of government auditing are based on the generic principles of auditing, the Institute strives to promote auditing in its wider context.
The Southern African Institute of Government Auditors is not a trade association, but it promotes its members interests by focusing on the advancement of the disciplines of accountability and auditing.
The Southern African Institute of Government Auditors is recognised as a professional body by the South African Qualifications Authority (SAQA) for the purposes of the National Qualifications Framework Act, Act 67 of 2008. The professional designation "Registered Government Auditor" (RGA) is registered on the National Qualifications Framework (NQF) for the purposes of the NQF Act of 2008.
The Auditor-General South Africa (AGSA) recognised the RGA qualification as a professional qualification in the Auditor-General Office.
Members of the Southern African Institute of Government Auditors uphold the INTOSAI Code of Ethics for Public Sector Auditors.
The Coat of Arms of the Institute reflects SAIGA's values and activities.
SAIGA is a Level 2 Contributor to Broad-Based Black Economic Empowerment ("B-BBEE")
promote the interests of the members of the Institute by means other than the carrying on by the Institute of any trading or other profit-making activities, or the participation by the Institute in any business, profession or occupation carried on by any of its members, or the provision to any of its members of financial assistance or of any premises or continuous services or facilities required by its members for the purpose of carrying on any business, profession or occupation;
advance all aspects of accountability and auditing in both the private and the public sector;
advance the theory and practice of accountability and auditing;
promote and stimulate research and public debate in respect of accountability and auditing;
promote the scientific development and application of the principles and techniques of accountability and auditing; •promote the tuition and training of persons involved in the broader accountability framework;
arrange lectures, courses, workshops, conferences, study tours, congresses and other meetings in order to advance accountability and auditing;
collect, compile and publish information in order to advance accountability and auditing;
to publish, distribute and sell journals, books, pamphlets or other publications relating to accountability and auditing to the Institute's members, corporate members and other interested members of the public;
provide library facilities and or access to research and other material to members;
to provide opportunities for an exchange of views amongst persons involved in the accountability framework and auditors in particular;
award prizes, grants or scholarships in the field of accountability and auditing;
to prescribe syllabi in respect of examinations and competency assessments for persons in the accountability framework and government auditors in particular and to make rules and arrangements in respect of these examinations and competency assessments;
keep a register of government auditors and other persons within the accountability framework;
through the advancement of accountability and auditing in general, promote the interest of members and associates of the Institute and to do all such lawful things as will be conducive to the attainment of any or all of the aforementioned objectives
2. COAT OF ARMS
2.1 HISTORIC BACKGROUND
During 1998, the Council of the Southern African Institute of Government Auditors (SAIGA) tasked its Innovation and Repositioning Committee (IRC) to reposition the Institute in terms of its mission, objectives and activities, taking into account socio-economic developments and dynamics pertaining to the accounting and auditing professions. The IRC, chaired by the Institute's then Executive President, Professor Dieter Gloeck, made various recommendations, including the development of a new Constitution, the establishment of various publications, the foundation of SAIGA's Public Finance Management Academy, the development of a Common Body of Knowledge and Skills for Registered Government Auditors and numerous other activities and projects which would enhance the Institute's role in contributing towards the advancement of accountability in its broadest sense. These recommendations were implemented over a period of three years.
Today, SAIGA meets its social responsibilities by following an Operational Plan of Prioritised Activities (OPPAS) within a defined value system.
The design and exhibition of a coat of arms forms an important part of pronouncing the Institute's values and activities to the broader community. It was developed during 2001, taking into account the innovated role of the Institute. The Bureau of Heraldry registered the Institute's coat of arms in February 2002 (Government Notice 142; Government Gazette 23072) and the arms enjoy legal protection under the Heraldry Act, 1962.
This document explains the meaning of the symbols used in the coat of arms and thereby provides insight into the activities and values of SAIGA.
2.2 OVERALL SHAPE AND DESIGN OF THE COAT OF ARMS
The overall shape and basic design of the arms show upward movement which is achieved by a broad base formed by the scrolls, the central, upward-pointing key, the top edge of the pediment pointing upwards, the elements of the crown pointing up and the raised wings of the secretary birds.
The design is narrowing from bottom to top, forming a triangular or pyramid-like shape. These elements give the impression of upward motion and dynamics to symbolize the progress made by the Institute.
General movement is further upwardly enhanced by the manner in which the secretary birds position their wings. This illustrates the momentum the Institute gained in advancing accountability in its broadest context.
2.3 THE BASE OF THE COAT OF ARMS
The base of the arms is formed by the rib band, bearing the inscription of the Institute's mission "Advancing Accountability". In this context the term accountability has to be seen in its widest context, the external audit function being a cornerstone of the accountability framework.
The object of the Southern African Institute of Government Auditors to advance public accountability is in harmony with the objectives of important legislation such as the Public Finance Management Act which also strives to improve public accountability.
The statement of the Institute's objective at the base of the coat of arms provides the solid foundation from which all activities are focuses upward. This approach is in harmony with the management approach as advocated in the Public Finance Management Act. As part of their budget all public sector institutions have to formulate the objectives they wish to achieve. This not only provides focus, but also enhances accountability and allows performance measurement and management.
The motto "Advancing Accountability" captures a wide range of the Institute's activities aimed at promoting and developing the concept of accountability, including research, education, sharing of information and public discourse.
2.4 THE CENTRAL OBJECT OF THE COAT OF ARMS
2.4.1 The Shield
The central object of the coat of arms is a large Nguni-type shield which was chosen as it links up with traditional South African shields and is also nowadays commonly applied in many applications to indicate the constitutional changes affected since 1994. In this regard the Southern African Institute of Government Auditors underlines that it is a truly African based organisation and lesser emphasis is given to traditionally European-based heraldic symbols such as the armoured knight's helmet commonly used in heraldic arms.
The shield also points to one of the central functions of the government auditor, namely that of protecting the public from the misuse of public funds. The auditor's shield literally protects the public against corruption and fraud.
The scrolls of parchment behind the shield
Whereas shields are normally held upright by crossed spears, these weapons are replaced by two scrolls in SAIGA's coat of arms. The scrolls portray the reports through which the various public sector organisations discharge their accountability responsibilities. Each annual report contains an audit report issued by the Office of the Auditor-General, thereby enhancing the credibility of the information contained in the annual reports. Audit reports provide assurances to the public or highlight misappropriations, fraud and other malpractices. In this context the audit report can be seen as the government auditor's "weapon".
The crossed scrolls have another function as they link up with the Canadian heraldic style where many of the heralds of the Canadian Heraldic Authority use batons behind a shield. The Canadian reference acknowledges that country's leadership in developing the concepts of efficiency, effectiveness and economy and its applicability in performance management, performance reporting and performance auditing.
2.4.2 The Three Keys
The three keys symbolise the ability of unlocking human potential through educational activities. This aspect refers directly to the Institute's Public Finance Management Academy an institution founded by the Southern African Institute of Government Auditors to host the Public Finance Management Programme. These initiatives are intended to empower public sector managers and government auditors to understand and implement the many advanced concepts introduced by the Public Finance Management Act.
The three keys' beards hold the letter "E" which refers to the so-called 3E's, being efficiency, effectiveness and economy, a concept on which management in the public sector is based. Managing according to the efficiency, effectiveness and economy concepts is also referred to as statutory performance management. This management approach is prescribed by statute in the Public Finance Management Act. The coat of arms therefore also denotes SAIGA's strong support for the Public Finance Management Act and related legislation.
The efforts of the Institute to assist staff of the Office of the Auditor-General and the public sector workforce in general to develop the notion of professionalism is publicized by the three keys which unlock or develop the three building blocks of professional competence, being knowledge, skills and attitudes. Like the keys these elements are interlinked and complement each other.
2.4.3 The Gold Bezants
The gold bezants in the central position of the shield highlight the fact that the audit function is directed at the use of public moneys. The respective coins refer to the allocations to the various spheres of government and other public entities financed by public fund allocations. The five spheres referred to are: funds for the national and provincial departments, local authorities, public entities and various legislatures and constitutional institutions. The government auditor is involved in the audit of all the above mentioned funds.
The bezants' position on the shield is important as it symbolizes the relative importance of money. The bezants are not placed on top, (which would rank money as being the highest value) but take up a position in the middle of the shield. Justice, accountability, the Constitution, Parliament, independence, national values and other functions rank above money.
2.4.4 The Triple Pillared Portico
The triple pillared portico is central to the arms' design and in representing Parliament, it highlights the Institute's main sphere of activity, being the public sector. The role of Parliament relates furthermore directly to the function of the government auditor, since the government auditor not only reports to Parliament, but the Office of the Auditor-General is accountable to Parliament through the Audit Commission. The three pillars symbolise the three spheres of government: national, provincial and local.
It also underwrites the government auditors' statutory mandate to carry out the audit functions in terms of the Auditor-General Act and the Audit Arrangements Act.
The portico has a dual meaning as it also depicts the pillars of the Institute's Public Finance Management Academy. In this context the three pillars have a specific educational connotation, referring to the three elements of professional education, being knowledge, skills and attitudes. The pillars symbolize strength which a solid educational basis holds.
The triangular roof of the portico likens that of a pyramid, symbolising strength, progress and unity, qualities found in the Institute's numerous initiatives and activities.
The background of the upper part of the shield hosting the portico is white, creating the effect of transparency and allows the viewer to look "through" the structure. The transparency and the "openness" of the structure which has no doors and offers unbarred access, highlight an important element of accountability and also underlines the accessibility of the programmes of the Public Finance Management Academy.
The Institute, in accord with the Public Finance Management Act advances transparency and openness. These elements are the foundations of strong governance and accountability. They are essential to effective and efficient auditing.
2.5 THE CROWN OF THE COAT OF ARMS
2.5.1 The Proteas
As a truly South Africa flower this symbol emphasizes the Institute's South African origin. The hardiness of the Protea flower likens the external audit function which has stood the test of time and is not only accepted and appreciated world-wide, but also maintained and supported by legislation.
2.5.2 The Fountain of Pen Tips
The fountain pen tips relate directly to the auditor's practice of marking items which have been subject to audit examination (the audit tick). The auditor also reports to Parliament on the state of public accounts by means of a written report. In general, the written word plays an important part in auditing since the hierarchy of audit evidence suggests that written evidence ranks above oral evidence.
The multitude of tips in the crown demonstrate that auditors are operating in teams to obtain a balanced view and to combine various forms of expertise.
The fountain pen tips are marked with green ink. The colour green is the adopted colour of the Institute, which is derived from the green ink which auditors use to mark transactions which have been subject to audit examination.
All elements of the crown point upward, thereby emphasising the constructive function of the government auditing.
2.4.4 The Secretary Birds
The coat of arms culminates with two Secretary Birds facing each other.
The two birds are positioned uninhibited and free at the top of the shield. This refers directly to the independence of the auditor and his/her mandate to conduct an investigation without restrictions. Since the secretary birds are known for their alertness and sharpness of eye, these qualities are emphasises with reference to the government auditor. The demi-position of the birds show them implanted in the crown and shield, portraying the roots of the auditor in the symbols portrayed by the shield: Proteas and the fountain pen tips marked with green ink.
The two birds do not oppose each other as their heads and eyes are turned down towards other objects, indicating a protective and caring stance similar to that of the audit function. They also denote teamwork and the balanced approach applied in each audit.
The secretary birds in the Institute's coat of arms again symbolizes the strong South African connotation as South Africa's national coat of arms also depicts a secretary bird.
2.6 THE COLOURS OF THE COAT OF ARMS
Vert (green) and or (gold) are the main heraldic colours of SAIGA's coat of arms.
The colour green is the official colour of the Institute and traditionally associated with the external audit function, whilst gold refers to money or public funds which form the centre of the audit investigation.
The colour green also represents other qualities and its symbolism refers to characteristics and values which are embedded in the Institute:
The psychology of colour [ Lilian Verner-Bonds]
"Green is harmony; it stabilises. Green is idealistic, socially aware, helpful and selfless. It is dependable and diplomatic. Green can see both sides but can be moralistic. Green is clarity and understanding. Positive. Green is the giver. It is generous and loves to share what it accumulates. "The two colours (vert and or) are complimented by a third, neutral colour, sable (black).
2.5 OTHER SHAPES
A number of shapes found in the design are similar to those used by auditors to mark transactions and entries which have been subject to an audit examination. Examples hereof are the cross formed by the scrolls of parchment, the shape of the rib band and the bezants as well as the triangular roof of the portal and the shapes formed by the shafts of the three keys.
2.5 FINALE
The overall devise of SAIGA's coat of arms is a modern one, emphasizing that the Institute has undergone a process of reform which was guided by its Innovation and Repositioning Committee to incorporate the constitutional reform in South Africa. The Southern African Institute of Government Auditors is a fully transformed Institute adapted and positioned to serve the country by advancing accountability in its broadest sense.
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The school caters for students from four to 19 years-of-age who have a range of disabilities and special educational needs. The largest groups are those with moderate learning difficulties and those with autistic spectrum conditions. A small minority have more complex difficulties. All have a statement of special educational needs. The majority of students are boys. The proportion of students supported by pupil premium funding is higher than the average. This is additional funding for those students known to be eligible for free school meals, for students who are looked after by the local authority and for the children of service families. Most students are of White British heritage. A very small minority of students are looked after by the local authority. The school is currently seeing an increase in the numbers of students arriving with autistic spectrum conditions and more complex needs. More students than average join the school at times other than at the usual times of admission. The school is recognised as a high performing specialist school and has specialisms in Performing Arts and in Special Educational Needs and Inclusion (Communication and Interaction). Recent awards include the Inclusion Quality Mark, Quality in Study Support Award (Established) and Dyslexia Friendly School Status. It has gained Autism Accreditation. The school is part of a wide informal network of schools in the locality who share specialisms and a member of the region's Teaching Alliance. It has a significant role in supporting the development of specialist practice in the locality. The school is due to move to new, purpose-built accommodation in September 2014. A very small number of students attend local schools for some of their education through informal arrangements. The majority of students attend courses away from the school site for some or all of the time at Newcastle College and Sporting Stars.
This is a good school. From low starting points, most, but not all students, make rapid progress in all subjects. Students make particularly good progress in the Early Years Foundation Stage, in Key Stage 1 and 2 and in the school's sixth form. Teaching across the school is frequently good, with a small minority of teaching which is outstanding. Students' behaviour around school is impeccable. They show respect to adults and other students. Students feel safe, enjoy very supportive relationships with staff, and students make great strides in their personal and social development. Leaders, managers and governors have provided training and support for teachers to improve the quality of teaching so students have now improved their progress. Members of the governing body work well together and know the school well. They are confident in questioning the headteacher and other leaders about what is already good, what is improving and what still needs to be done. The sixth form is outstanding. The rate of progress made by students has increased and they achieve highly from their starting points. Students follow carefully planned courses, well matched to their individual needs, and gain useful qualifications so they can move on to college, training or employment. It is not yet an outstanding school because : More teaching needs to be outstanding so all students make rapid progress. Resources and materials in lessons are not always used carefully enough so students can make the progress of which they are capable. Communication systems and sensory experiences are not used fully to ensure students with more complex needs learn effectively. Teaching assistants (known in the school as Special Needs Practitioners) do not always have the necessary skills to support students' learning fully.


When we listen for what we don't know, rather than for what we have already assimilated previously, we open ourselves up to hear creative insight from within. Listening with nothing on our mind is the best method for hearing our own innate wisdom, common sense, and genius. Well-being, leadership, artistry, clarity, whatever we need to know, springs from within us.


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Grand Forks Vacation Rentals
Grand Forks Travel Guide
Straddling the Minnesota border where it shares its name with a Minnesota city, Grand Forks is a major shopping destination with tons of big-city appeal despite its moderate population. Home to a prevalent arts culture, an abundance of outdoor activities, and five star dining establishments, Grand Forks caters to all types of travelers.
Things to Do in Grand Forks
Boasting art in all forms and frequently hosting cultural events, the North Dakota Museum of Art is one of the first stops for art lovers visiting Grand Forks, however, budding artists who wish to hone their skills often start their trip by taking an art class at Muddy Waters Clay Center. Outdoor enthusiasts can can visit Ryan Park where they can fish in the human-made lake, watch the birds, and take a romantic evening walk. Or, they can make their way to the Japanese Gardens -- a large, grass-filled park with a Japanese theme that includes a wooden footbridge, a freshwater pond, and tons of greenery.
Guests with a thirst for local knowledge can take a tour of the Grand Forks County Historical Society Myra Museum, while those with high hopes can try their luck at Charlie Brown's Casino, guests with good aim can earn bragging rights with a round of bowling at Lew Flynn's Red Ray Lanes, and those with a passion for fashion can go shopping at Columbia Mall.
Best Time to Visit Grand Forks
The best time to visit Grand Forks is during mid-late spring when the flowers are in bloom, the weather is warm but not too overwhelming, and the spring colors can be seen from the front porch of your vacation home.
Best Events in Grand Forks
Hosting a number of fun events each year, Grand Forks is the perfect place for celebration. A few of the most popular events include the Sertoma July 4th Festival & Fireworks, Art on the Red, Holiday Lego Open House, Downtown Street Fair, and HollyDazzle: Festival of Lights. The Holiday Lego Open House features dozens of Christmas-themed lego sculptures, landscapes, and artifacts made by local lego lovers, refreshments, a kids lego building area, a scavenger hunt, and a lego race car area where guests can build their own lego cars and race them.
Things to Do for Families in Grand Forks
Elks Pool and Spray Park is a go-to destination for visiting families during the summer months, as the popular park offers multiple swimming pools, water slides, showers, and a large parking lot for loading and unloading your family's day gear. Families with members of all ages can also go to the Northern Air Family Fun Center which features arcade games, a laser tag arena, and virtual reality games.
Price and Availability in Grand Forks
The cheapest day to stay at a vacation rental in Grand Forks tends to be Thursday, while the most expensive day tends to be Saturday. Vacation homes in Grand Forks tend to be busiest on Fridays, while it tends to be much quieter on Tuesdays.
The most expensive month to stay in a vacation rental in Grand Forks is in September, while the cheapest month is in March. The most popular time to book a vacation rental in Grand Forks is in the high season in October. Grand Forks has its low season in February, when less people are visiting and the vacation home occupancy rate drops.
The Weather in Grand Forks
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This climate histogram shows you the weather patterns in Grand Forks. The warmest months in Grand Forks are July and May, when temperatures reach 103 ˚F. The coolest month is January, when temperatures drop to -33 ˚F. The wettest month in Grand Forks is May with 5.06 inches of rain, while the driest month is November with 0.16 inches of rain.
Vacation Rentals in Grand Forks
Find the perfect vacation rental for your vacation at AllTheRooms.com. We compare Airbnb, Priceline, Agoda and more. Grand Forks has 380 hotels, vacation rentals and other special places to stay, with prices to suit budget travelers, luxury travelers and everything in between. A trip to Grand Forks can be affordable - our lowest price vacation rental is available at $18 per night. A typical accommodation in Grand Forks costs on average $96 per night.
Those needing to get some work done during their trip to Grand Forks can pick from 81 places to stay that provide WiFi. 10 of our accommodations include a breakfast in the price. Fitness addicts can get a workout in during their stay by choosing from 53 accommodations that have gym facilities. If you're planning on arriving in Grand Forks by car, be sure to choose from 85 accommodations that provide parking. 57 accommodations have a a pool or jacuzzi
Those traveling with a cat, dog or some other animal can stay in any of 27 accommodations that are designated as pet-friendly.
In Grand Forks AllTheRooms currently aggregates hotels, vacation rentals, hostels from more than 4 providers, including 43 places to stay from Airbnb, 21 accommodations from Priceline and 21 places to stay from Agoda.
163 of the accommodations in Grand Forks have been reviewed and rated. 48% are rated great. You can instantly book any of 90 places to stay right now.
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WEATHER ALERT!!:Chocolate can only be shipped when the weather is 80 degrees or cooler, so cordials are unavailable during summer. They will be available when the temps are cool again!
Purple foil wrapped chocolate huckleberry cordials in milk or dark chocolate. Great addition to a gift basket!


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"We are thrilled to bring Schafer into our portfolio," said Mike DeCola, HBM's CEO. "Schafer's leadership team has done a remarkable job of growing the company by helping customers solve complex problems. Building on this success, we look forward to further expansion of the business. Schafer is a perfect fit for our model, as the current ownership group is ready to transition the business to reach a new level of capability and success," continued DeCola.
Founded in 1934, Schafer is a privately held company operating through two vertically integrated divisions: Schafer Gear Works and Schafer Driveline. Schafer Gear Works manufactures gears that power products across a diverse set of markets and custom applications, including aerospace, industrial warehouse equipment, and general transportation applications found in the automotive, agricultural and construction sectors. Schafer Driveline is a leading manufacturer of custom engineered and assembled transaxles and brake components, bringing integrated power delivery solutions to the recreational and off-highway vehicle industries. In total, Schafer operates four facilities in the Midwestern United States, with over 300,000 square feet of manufacturing space.
Bipin Doshi, CEO and President of Schafer, commented, "As we engaged in the process of selling Schafer, our priorities were our employees and our customers. Throughout the process, HBM Holdings stood out not just in value for us as shareholders, but in terms of cultural fit. They understand our markets, technology and resource constraints and have a talent development strategy that will help our people continue to grow and succeed. Their focus on growth will benefit both our employees and our customers."
Mr. Doshi, along with his wife Linda, and Stan Blenke, Executive VP and CFO, acquired the business from South Bend Lathe approximately 30 years ago. As a result of their leadership, the company has experienced tremendous expansion organically and through acquisitions. Both Mr. Doshi and Mr. Blenke will stay involved during a transition period.
Eric Van Rens will become the company's CEO effective immediately. Since 2004, Eric has served as the Vice President, Sales & Marketing for Mississippi Lime, an HBM portfolio company. He also held prior roles in operations, marketing and general management with Astaris and FMC Corporation. Eric holds a BS in Mechanical Engineering from University of Wisconsin and a Masters of Business Administration from Rutgers University
Terms of the transaction were not disclosed.
ABOUT HBM HOLDINGS
HBM Holdings is an investment and management company that acquires, supports, and operates middle-market businesses in industrial products and services. The firm's strategy is to grow a diversified portfolio using a long-term buy and build approach. HBM provides our portfolio companies with professional management expertise, financial resources, and high potential human capital to accelerate their growth. HBM invests in high-performing companies in the specialty-manufacturing sector, specifically in industrial equipment and components, energy equipment, transportation equipment (excluding light automotive) and chemical and minerals. HBM's portfolio of companies includes Mississippi Lime Company, Delavau LLC, Schafer Industries, Tru-Flex LLC, and Breen Energy Solutions LLC. For additional information, please visit www.hbmholdings.com.
Founded in 1934, Schafer Industries is a leading producer of high-precision, custom-engineered gears and machined parts as well as assembled axles, transaxles, transmissions, brake assemblies and other components for a wide variety of industries. An ISO 9001:2015 company, Schafer is headquartered together with an operations facility in South Bend, Ind., and has manufacturing facilities in Illinois and Ohio. For more information about Schafer and its custom engineering and manufacturing capabilities for precision-cut gears and machined components, visit www.schafergear.com.
Ryan Supple
HBM Holdings
Director, Deal Origination
T 1 314-376-2540
www.HBMHOLDINGS.com
Joanne Verkuilen
Carolon Capital Ltd
Global Head of Client Service


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South Milwaukee History
Chapter 2: Bucyrus History
Bucyrus: Mining Opportunity
The Bucyrus Foundry and Manufacturing Company of Bucyrus, Ohio, was experiencing growing pains because they could not expand beyond their existing one-and-a-half-acre location. A delegation of the founders visited Bucyrus, and after protracted negotiations a contract was signed on October 3, 1891: Bucyrus would move from Ohio to Wisconsin. The South Milwaukee Company would pay Bucyrus $50,000 in cash and land valued at $45,000. Eight acres were adjacent to the railroad tracks, five acres of building lots, and two acres of dock space on Lake Michigan. A railroad spur line would also be constructed to connect their plant to the lake. Chicago Road was also rerouted from its crossing of Oak Creek at Hawthorne Avenue, so as not to cut through the Bucyrus property. (It formerly ran on a diagonal from the creek crossing to the current railroad depot.) Bucyrus completed plans for the new factory in July 1892, and the Chicago construction firm of Whitney and Starings completed the first buildings by January of 1893.
Bucyrus realized transportation costs would be higher and that attracting workers would be difficult with this move. The new factory location initially lacked civic infrastructure, described by some of the Ohio visitors as "inadequate housing, unpaved streets hub-deep in mud, and a lack of community life." Because of that, less than 10% of the Ohio workforce came to South Milwaukee to work. Trains brought workers from Milwaukee, and others were recruited and the men stayed in company-provided barracks until they could find other housing. Among the immigrant groups who found employment and flourished in South Milwaukee were the Polish, Armenians, Germans, and Bohemians. Early employment averaged 100 men, about 50 percent more than in Ohio. While the company acquired greatly improved production facilities, the advantage was offset by the loss of efficiency due to the new and much larger workforce.
The company officially began operations in South Milwaukee in April of 1893, and would incorporate in Wisconsin as the Bucyrus Steam Shovel and Dredge Company on August 16, 1893. It continued to serve as the dominant employer in South Milwaukee for more than 115 years. Early South Milwaukee machine production focused on railroad and dredge equipment. Its railroad cranes, pile drivers, and steam shovels helped build the world's infrastructure. Most notably, 77 steam shovels were provided for the construction of the Panama Canal. Between 1902 and 1911, 60% of the company's shipments were steam shovels, with 30% in dredges.
Bucyrus bought land surrounding the plant between 1912 and 1927, and developed the street, water, and sewer infrastructure. It sold the lots to employees to build their homes for cost, to encourage a sense of community and loyalty to the company. It also provided an employee bonus program to guarantee second mortgages on homes for up to 20 percent of the building price, and in 1919 lent its financial support (approximately $23,000) to start the "Liberty Home Building Association," which funded construction for many of the surrounding home building projects.
As the new factory expanded, it became self-sufficient, adding foundry and forging processes. During World War I, Bucyrus forged more than 150,000 eight-inch artillery shells and produced 100 recoil slides for field artillery pieces. It also produced numerous railway cranes and equipment for European allies. After the war, markets expanded and mobile shovel models of various sizes became the main production focus. In 1927, the company purchased the Erie Steam Shovel Company and changed the name to Bucyrus Erie. During World War II, Bucyrus produced draglines, shovels, 240-millimeter Howitzer cannon barrels, caissons, dozer-shovels, and other equipment to support the war efforts. In 1942, Bucyrus had 507 of its 2,000 employees volunteer or get drafted into service; women entered the workforce in large numbers to fill the voids.
After World War II, the company expanded north of the old Rawson Avenue plant boundary to cover another 22 acres, and new foundry operations, heat treatment, and casting and weldment storage areas were added. By the 1950s, "BE" machines would be performing work on every continent, and the company eventually became the world's largest construction and mining machine supplier. For years, the South Milwaukee plant operated three shifts around the clock to support what the machine industry labeled "The Longest Line" of construction, mining, lifting, and material moving equipment in the world.
Bucyrus Erie again changed its name in 1997 to Bucyrus International to reflect the worldwide business reputation that the company enjoyed. Bucyrus eventually purchased three of its largest competitors – Marion Power Shovel, DBT America, and Terex – to make South Milwaukee the largest mining machinery supplier city in the world. At one point, Bucyrus employed more than 2,400 people in South Milwaukee. Worldwide, it had 3,700 employees and 17 plants and subsidiary operations.
Caterpillar purchased the company in 2011. The products were rebranded and the Bucyrus name would no longer be used. Caterpillar would continue to operate on parts of the property; however, production at the main plant ceased in 2016 after 123 years of continuous operation. Still, many South Milwaukee residents worked or had relatives who worked at Bucyrus, some into the third and fourth generations. The property is now owned by Reich Brothers and is being redeveloped.
Early Growth and City Services
Bucyrus history source: South Milwaukee Industrial Museum
Chapter 1: Oak Creek Township
Chapter 3: Early Growth and City Services
Chapter 4: A Push for Parks
Chapter 5: City Life
Chapter 6: South Milwaukee in the 21st Century


Increasingly more women desire to change the color of their hair. Unfortunately, just a few of them succeed to make the best decision.
There are so many dyes and all of them seem to match your personality! And still, what should you know when choosing the right hair color for you? Before doing this step, try to find more information about the most common types of dye and colors.
Consider the tone of your skin and the color of your eyes, because these factors are directly related to your success or failure.
It's recommended to start by using a temporary hair color. If the final result reaches your expectations, then it's fine to apply a permanent dye. A beautiful hair color that fits you won't require a strong makeup. If you need to apply more makeup than usual, then something is wrong.
It's supposed that hair color should emphasize your features and not to hide them. Be careful when applying a darker color than your natural shade. It will be difficult to remove it, in case you're not satisfied with the result. We all act extremely in some situation.
There are different moments in our lives that make us feel exuberant. Some people need to express their attitude by making drastic changes in hair color. However, such a decision requires attention and care.
Do you know what the difference between cold and warm colors is? Or example, if your skin is dark, it means that it has a warm color and that coloring your hair in blond would be inappropriate. If your skin has cold tones, then you should color the hair in light blonde, light brown or golden brown.
If your eyes are green or blue, red, auburn, and strawberry blond are great choices for your hair. If your skin is dark or medium, with warm tones, you can choose between honey blond, golden blond, cinnamon, caramel blond, light brown, black and chocolate brown or dark blonde. If you're willing to color your hair in red, it's essential to opt for the right shade of red.
Dark shades will emphasize the imperfections of the skin and will make you seem older. Despite these general principles, there are people who look stunning in any color. Progressive dyes will color your color gradually, so you pay attention when choosing these products. You won't get visible results from the first try, but it is much healthier for your hair.
Don't color your hair too often, because this might lead to hair loss, dandruff and other dermatological problems. Do it only when you really need a change. This is the best you can do to achieve spectacular results.
Hair care is extremely important, especially if the hair has been treated chemically. The conditioner should be used each you wash the hair. The hair is more fragile now and it must be protected more than usual.
Sunlight has a negative effect on your hair color. During the summer, when the sun is very strong, you must use a leave-in conditioner or a SPF shampoo.


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"Pinne for landet" – singel norweskiego muzyka Freddy'ego Kalasa.

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Teledysk
Teledysk do utworu został opublikowany 26 grudnia 2014 roku.

Przypisy

Single wydane w roku 2014
Single numer jeden w Norwegii

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Welcome to a dreamy nursery fit for a precious baby princess. Beautiful mommy, Veronika is a wonderful fashion, decor and life-style blogger at Veronika's Blushing and a current resident of my home town of Houston, Texas. I'm always so proud to shine extra light on my fellow Houstonians on Fawn Over Baby. With style, fashion and beauty advice that could have you reading her blog for hours, Veronika's nursery reveal is just as captivating and inspirational. While pink was her first color of choice, it didn't quite turn out as she had hoped so she went back to the drawing board and decided on a beautiful mint green. This tranquil color pallette set the stage for a crisp and clean neutral setting for baby Harper to call her comfy/cozy retreat. I love how Veronika used calming and soothing fabrics to soften the space while incorporating a few sparkly accent pieces to add that touch of bling that every girl appreciates. With the adorable addition of wall shelving that Veronika assembled to house baby Harper's collection of whimsical picture books, it also added a touch of color that helped to balance out the beautiful neutral tones! To see Veronika's source list of all the delightful details that make up this charming baby oasis, stop by to view her nursery reveal on Veronika's Blushing! Get ready to Fawn as we take a look inside baby Harper's beautiful nursery!
It is so perfect. Gorgeous!
Thanks for stopping by Mom! Xoxo!
Adore her dress and the gold accents in the room!
I seriously love Harper's nursery, so beautiful. Veronika you did an amazing job!!
Yes! I hear ya! I love every detail of this sweet nursery! The book shelves are such a PERFECT touch and I love how it serves as a decor piece as well as a functional piece!
Mint is one of my favorites and I love how she subtly used it in this nursery. It is so serene and beautiful!
What is the name of the paint? so pretty!
Lorien, the wall color is- the walls are Benjamin Moore's "Revere Pewter"
hello! where can I get the gold letters from? Like the 'H' above the crib?
Where did you buy those book shelves?
This nursery is actually from Veronika's Blushing Blog. I believe she bought the shelves at IKEA. Veronika provides the actual link in her nursery reveal on her blog(the link is above).
Love, Love, Love! Where did you buy the gray rope ottoman?
Hi I love that canopy! Its perfectly sheer!! Where can I get pls??!?! I desperately need that!!


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DOWNLOAD AUDIO: Elevation Worship "See A Victory" – New Song & Video
Elevation Worship debut "See A Victory," a brand new anthem off their upcoming project, 'At Midnight' which releases on August 30.
"Worship is a powerful weapon. And 'See A Victory' has become one of those songs I've put in my own armory when I'm in the middle of a battle," says Chris Brown of Elevation Worship. "When I choose praise over fear, even in the face of overwhelming odds, I can trust that God is fighting my battles for me and that He's turning things around for my good and His glory."
"See A Victory" was recorded at Elevation Church Matthews along with the other four songs that make up At Midnight, including "It Is So" and a live version of "With You." The new track is available now to stream, purchase & download on you fav digital stores.
Download, listen, share and be blessed!
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The Gaddi women of Holi Panchayat have been protesting against the re-alignment of the tunnel of GMR's 180 MW Hydropower Project since the past 2 years. They have been demanding that the tunnel be shifted from the highly forested and populated left bank to the right bank of the Ravi river as planned. The state government has shown little concern for the issues raised by the protestors. Infact the local contractors and Police have been exercising pressure on the women to withdraw their protest through intimidation.