I thanks Saint Michael the Archangel for letting me join him at night and fight the evil together. He chops devils with his blazing sword, and I hit them with my broom. Together we fight for a better and cleaner world.
This is the main article from the new Wetherspoons strike bulletin ‘The Spoons Striker’, avaliable in PDF form for real world distribution.
It can be hard to live on the money we make. We spend most of our wages on renting damp flats, we have to walk to work when we can’t afford the bus, and we have to choose between dinner and a haircut. We’re forced to work as fast as we can for long shifts with barely any breaks, even when we’re sick or injured. We’ve seen the people we work with struggling to make ends meet, sofa surfing and scraping by. Meanwhile, Tim Martin is worth £322 million. Our work has made him, the bosses, and the shareholders rich beyond our wildest dreams, but we’re left a few weeks’ pay away from poverty.
We won’t take it anymore. That’s why we’re fighting back. They won’t listen to us when we complain, so we’re taking the next step. In two Brighton pubs we’ve taken the decision to all stop work and go on strike on October 4th. We’re fighting for £10 an hour and union recognition for every Wetherspoons worker in the country.
On your own, you can’t change anything. Hiding in the freezer, stretching out your break time, getting another job – none of it solves the problem. The bosses have all the power and they don’t give a shit about us. We know that we will only win when we fight together.
How do we know that we win when we fight together? Because we’re already winning. The recent pay rises didn’t come out of thin air.
In the past, millionaire shitlord Tim has argued against the idea that all workers deserve a living wage. He thinks it’s ‘unrealistic’ that we get paid enough to get by. But suddenly, just after two pubs announced they were going to vote on strike action, he changed his mind. Now we’ve shown we can stick up for ourselves, generous Tim is willing to give us a couple of quid extra out of the profits we make.
The abolition of 18-20 youth rates means than some workers will be going £6.60 an hour to £8.26. That’s two pounds an hour better – all because workers at just two pubs stood up to Tim and the bosses. Night shifts will get paid a pound extra per hour, and the tiny annual pay rise has been brought forward a few months. But it’s not enough. At minimum, we deserve £10 an hour – because everyone deserves a wage you can live on in comfort.
But as well as the national pay rise, we’ve managed to get stuff changed in both of our pubs. At the Post and Telegraph we gave our pub manager a letter signed by half the staff complaining about the way our rotas were done, and things were changed immediately. At the Brighthelm, we handed in a letter complaining about the introduction of night shifts and they were stopped straight away.
If just two pubs in one city can force the bosses to give us a national pay rise, then what could ten pubs do? What about twenty?
We need the get organised all over the country if we want to win more. Tim can afford to give up a bit of his £322 million to the people who work hour after hour making food, cleaning toilets, closing up and taking stock. But he won’t do it unless we force him too. The only way to force him too is to organise and fight back.
In Brighton, we’re members of the Bakers Food and Allied Workers’ Union (BFAWU). Unions are groups made up of lots of workers. Together, as part of a union, we can organise to immediately change our own lives. When you’re in a union, you don’t have to put up with a bad job, terrible wages, bullying managers or the rest of it.
We’re asking you, workers at other pubs across the country, to join the union and organise where you are. There are over 900 spoons across the UK. Workers in as many of those as possible need to get organised and take part in the movement. There are tens of thousands of us and only a few of them – together, we can run our pubs for the many not the few.
Weatherspoons workers will be taking coordinated strike action with McDonalds and TGI Friday’s workers on Thursday 4th October.
yes! good for you wetherspoon workers, support this strike!
While I was showering a few minutes ago I switched from frankincense and myrrh soap to lavender soap because I figured it’s a Monday and the lavender might mellow out some of that agresive Sun-in-Aries energy I’m feeling this morning, and I thought to myself: “You know, I’m pretty eclectic, but it seems kind of odd to me that, despite ritual bathing requirements, most cis male ceremonial magicians I’ve encountered (there are many in Nola) smell like a pissed-on corpse left in a dumpster behind a gas station that’s also been rolled in sulfur and had stale beer poured over it. And they all have that greasy sheen, too, even some of the less stinky ones.” I bet they summon a spirit to help them get laid, and it’s like “Girls don’t talk to you because you smell like shit, Brad! Wash your nasty self!” and that’s why they all whine about how spirits are mean and full of lies. The truth hurts, Brad.
@rumpusgoat I feel like we’ve both met Brad, so to speak
…My HPs went to one of D*n M*ch**l Kr**g’s talks at P-Con and she said he looked like he rolled out of bed only minutes before (smelly, dirty hair/clothes, sweatpants with stains.) It was a talk on sex magic
I have nothing to add except that I have a perfume collection and it helps me feel more centered and able to Do Stuff when I am clean and smell pretty. IDK why so very many men deny themselves this.
Because misogyny.
Same reason I spent so long assuming I had to be nb or trans. Turns out I just don’t identify as a person who is automatically seen as ‘less than’ because of her tits.
It’s not that I want to be a man, be seen as a man, or anything like that, per se.
It’s not that I have body/physical dysphoria.
It’s that I want to be treated like a (cishet, yt, able, allistic, etc, etc) man expects to be treated. With respect. Being listened to. Being automatically validated, accepted, and thought of as intelligent, strong, capable.
It’s not that I feel masculine. It’s that I’m a fucking human being, Brad.
I aim to be counted among women, because they are stronger for me accepting that of myself, and siding with them.
I have many things and many emotions I would like to articulate in response here but I am on mobile without my keyboard and can only say that agreement is apparently the leader.
Frank Oz is wonderful and very lovely on his Twitter, I’m glad he listened to how other people felt and was able to understand why this was important for a lot of people.
A good example of “not everyone who messes up is being malicious and are willing to learn, so don’t write them off right away.”
screaming into the void since '89 