This week will be different…

OK, last week was busy and I never completed an entry. The following is all I had by Friday…

It be Friday, and it’s been another one of those weeks where I have tried several times to publish an entry and failed. It’s been made more difficult by the fact that some twerp with a pony tail in our IT department has decreed that USB ports are a security risk, and disabled them on all work laptops.The idea is that it makes it impossible to put client confidential data on a USB stick, and leave it on the train. Sadly, it also means I can’t write an entry in notepad and save it on a memory stick either. I can email it to myself at home though. This new ruling is not popular in the office and prompted bad language yesterday. In fact hand-to-hand combat did look likely for a while also.

The entire network was up and down all day yesterday. It wasn’t pretty. It’s been busy week actually. This is good. I like to feel useful.

I really don’t like the Home Secretary. The bloody woman is making trouble. I’m no fan of Ken Clarke either, but I think he was right to ridicule Theresa May and her cat stories. It’s fashionable to hate the European Human Rights act. Coming out against it is a cheap point scoring exercise. There isn’t anything fundamentally wrong with it though, other than the fact that we didn’t write it ourselves. The Conservative policy of removing it and replacing it with a British Bill of Rights is a good one, except, a British Bill of Rights could be worse. My point is, we need something. The European Human Rights act is better than nothing and it might be better than what we draw up to replace it.

I’m not comfortable with Theresa May’s ideas on DNA retention of people cleared of offences either. This government was supposed to destroy all the DNA records of innocent people kept in the DNA database. There appears to be some policy creep here. MPs are suggesting that retaining DNA of people for “reasons of national security” is likely to breach the European Rights act that she is trying to scrap. Can anyone see the irony?