Tootling about the supermarket, I ventured
into the icy air of the butchery aisle and stood eyeing up all the lumps of
pork that were on offer. I picked a few up and inspected them for crackling
potential, then placed them back on the shelf. Then, having found the perfect
joint, I popped it in my trolley. As I did so, the older lady beside me spoke:
"Would that feed a family of
four?"
She had in her hand a piece of rolled belly
pork.
I said: "depends what you want to do with
it".
She explained she was a vegetarian, that
she didn't have a clue about buying meat, and then she told me why she was
buying it:
"My son in law lost his job in the Oil
& Gas Industry a few months back".
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Who did he
work for"? She didn't know the name of the Company.
All she knew was that he worked in Subsea
and hadn't had any contracts in months and that the Company had let them all
go.
She was tall, elegantly dressed and smartly
spoken. I'm guessing an ex school teacher and somewhere in her late seventies.
She was a Granny determined to see her daughter and grandchildren got fed.
I peeked at the rest of the contents of her
trolley. All the basics were there.
"How long have you been doing
this"? I ventured.
"A couple of weeks" she said.
"My daughter's got herself a wee part
time job, but there is nothing on the horizon for John".
I tried to buoy her up with a few
encouraging words... but none of them
were enough to lift her gaze from the terrazzo floor. She thanked me for my
help choosing the pork and turned her trolley round to continue with her task.
I wished her all the best.
As she left the aisle, I was left thinking
how many other families were being bolstered up by Granny?
One of my family tells the tale of the
never-ending pot of jam that his Granny would leave in his mother's cupboard
during the strike at Longbridge in the West Midlands in the 1970's; How they
all grew veg and helped each other out. He talks of those times fondly as if it
was the best adventure he ever had. He proudly tells of a community that got
together and rode out the strike. But this is different. This is not an Oil
& Gas community helping each other out. These are retired people keeping
their families afloat...on the quiet.
Being in the shire of Aberdeen, I hear
tales of ROV Operators now working as security guards, OIM's taking any job
they can get, and of wives returning to work for the first time in decades.
This is as much of an economic crisis for these people as a strike, but there
is no perceivable community response. Some Oil & Gas people lived 'high off
the hog' when times were good, their lifestyles expanding to fit the income
available. They do not understand poverty.
Houses are on the market, sports bikes and
numerous 'man toys' are up for sale, pawn shops. I understand, are doing a
roaring trade.
When an equally well paid sector fell on
hard times, the UK Government were quick to bail out the bankers
who returned to bolly and bonuses in no
time. But no-one is lining up to help the Oil & Gas sector deal with these
lay-offs.
I don't know how long the Grannies can hold
out.
The broad shoulders of the UK are finely balanced holding the bankers up there where they belong - no gas and oil in the SE of England Mr M. And where did the money come from to bail out the gambling bankers - you can bet your boots some of it came from what should have been our oil fund.
ReplyDeleteGet Scotland out of this stink-hole of a Union...now
Pooling and sharing, eh...The UK Govt milked hard the cash cow that was the O&G sector, bankrolling successive Govts. Little respite for the industry coming from Westminster now times are hard, while the Yoons loons (including Ruthie Tank Commander) in the Scottish Parliament demand action from the SNP Govt. What Susan said...get Scotland out.
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