Friday, September 26, 2003
Oh Dickie, Dickie, Dickie, what are we going to do with you? (Answers on a Stamped Addressed Bigot to...)
MANCHESTER City Council is looking for a Lesbian Development Worker on 20 grand a year.
The post “has been established to facilitate the formulation and development of sustainable networks and self-organised groups among the Lesbian Communities of Manchester (their capital letters) and to co-ordinate volunteer involvement within the Project”.
Why? I wasn’t aware lesbianism was a disability.
That's because it isn't Dickie. No-one was implying it was, except you. Perhaps the Disabilities Officer of the council can explain to you what a disability is, whether physical or, as in your case, mental.
Quite the opposite, judging by the number of councils desperate to recruit them.
So why bring it up then Dick?
But what caught my eye in this ad from The Guardian was the sentence: “This post is funded by Comic Relief”.
I may have missed something, but I thought Red Nose day was about helping starving African children, not setting up “sustainable networks” for lesbians in Manchester.
If you'd paid attention to the serious bits during Comic Relief (you can normally tell them, they tend to have Lenry Henry, or Billy Connelly letting African children fondle his hair) or looked at the Comic Relief website, you'd have gathered that while two-thirds of money raised goes to help people in Africa, one-third is spent in Britain on projects solely designed to piss small-minded arseholes like you off. But then, attention to detail isn't your strong point is it Tolstoy?
