On Sunday, Jacqui Smith said that a new points based system will be used to “raise the bar” for highly skilled migrants to curb the numbers coming in.
The move is part of an immigration crackdown to be unveiled by Home Secretary Jacqui Smith tomorrow to “put British workers first” – and increase the BNP share of the vote.
The Home Secretary has been rattled by a blizzard of damaging statistics in recent weeks, which have blown a hole in Gordon Brown’s promise to deliver ‘British jobs for British workers’. Earlier this week, the Mail revealed how foreign workers are taking a greater share of British jobs than at any time in history. They now hold 3,819,000 jobs or 13 per cent of the total. Two-thirds of the foreign workers (2,647,000) are from outside the EU.
Employers will be forced to advertise vacancies in the Jobcentre Plus network before filling them with migrant labour under a series of measures to be announced.
This should have an unexpected silver lining to the cloud, as the Royal Opera House is forced to advertise in the Sheffield Jobcentre for Italian speaking Tenor sopranos, GCHQ for Russian speaking Data Analysts, and the Melli Bank for an Iranian speaking auditor……….. naturally none of these jobs will appeal to the huddled masses round their braziers, but it will allow politicians to say that there is ‘no reason’ for high unemployment in the UK – and point to the soaring numbers of jobs advertised in the job centres.
The elephant currently squatting in the cabinet room is the the slag heap of professional benefits claimants who have never done a stroke of work in years, if ever – both migrant and home grown. Creating a series of hurdles over which The London Philharmonic must jump in order to bring in a third violinist is ‘smoke and mirrors’ magic tricks - we deserve better from the politicians who created this mess.
Anna is the landlady of the Raccoon Arms. She lives in the Monbazillac area of South West France and still takes a keen interest in British politics.
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Saul has spoken, croaked might be more apt.
He asked that we keep our voices down and show a bit of consideration.
Oh dear.
I think that Elephant may have stood on my head!
Better keep off the last thread then Saul – I’m having a kazoo afternoon. Harsh on the ears but beautiful in its own unique way.
You hum it and I’ll play it.
It’s “Child-Transporting” time already, so I’m buzzing off now for a while.
As a naturally gifted Russian data analyst born in Iran of Italian parents who taught me to sing opera, I should be okay then? Anyone for a bit of Tosca then??
You Tosca yourself if you want to, I prefer Verdi.
“Libiamo ne’ lieti calici”
Tutto
Or che mi conoscete parlate voi.
Deh parlate. chi siete? vi piaccia dir?
I got locked out in the garden for hours on end simply for being a little too enthusiastic on my musical instrument and when I get let back in it’s all in bloomin’ Italian. Hrrmph. Bloomin’ polyglots.
Ciao Gloria.
Grr!
My Russian Italian agh, it’s not so good….I meant Verdi…..he play for Fiorentina….yes?
As long as they don’t employ Frenchies to make my favourite bread at Tesco and Waitrose ……………. I don’t care who does what job!
………… Well ……….. When I say that I don’t care who does what job ………. I should have said ………… that they had better speak bloody decent English ……….. or bring an interpreter with them!
I don’t want some bloody Italian crooning and singing into my face about the need to remove my kidney stones ………… and I don’t want some Iranian pretending to be Italian selling me a pizza! Do you get the picture?
The UK needs migrant workers!!! We have become crap at everything. Nobody knows how to make anything anymore! And those who are able to produce and manufacture want paying too much for their skills.
So bring on the migrants and allow the brain-drain to begin in earnest! I want a plumber who only wants a fiver an hour! And a dentist for a tenner. What is wrong with that?
I just hope there aren’t too many vacancies for female Russian shot-putters next time I’m down at the Job Centre – I’m almost certain to be offered the job on looks alone.
Give over Gloria! If you photo is anything to go off I think you look really attractive ………….. You could easily be a tennis player with looks like that!
If I went in a job-centre ………. hrrrmmrpphhhh! My arse! ,,,,,,,, But if I did ……….. which I probably wouldn’t because they always smell of people who don’t know what a washing-machine or dry-cleaners is ……… And that’s just the smells of the staff!!! But anyway …………….. If I went in a job-centre I would ask for a job as the Minister for Unemployment!
I think it’s about time that we had a Minister for Unemployment as well as a Minister for Employment in this day and age.
The Minister for Unemployment would be able to claim for three main residences and have their own personal maid and hairdresser ………. If that’s OK …….. Oh! And a cook who would provide endless supplies of ice-cream. I would use whatever accountant John Prescott used for my expenses! Mmmmmm!
I have talked myself into getting this job! I am salivating like Peter Mandelson with an Italian sausage in his hand! I may have to nip down the Job Centre now ……………
God, the thought of Mandelson with an Italian suasage in his hand…..ouch ;0)
It’s usually the Moroccan Merguez, isn’t it Blink???????
Coco – the Minister for Unemployment would almost be entitled to claim the services of her own tennis coach-cum-shot-putter.. I’m free!
I remember hearing a rumour that he liked a bit of Italian sausage …………
I must admit that when I saw the sultry tanned owner of the sausage ………. it made me think about becoming an omnivore again!
Oh Gloria ………….. How sweet of you. But forget all that sporty stuff ………. I fancy just lazing about all day, eating fruit pies and drinking wine. Would you mind helping me with that instead please?
My drinking arm certainly needs the occasional massage though ………… My doctor says it’s an RSI ………… caused by holding miniature glasses of Tia Maria or up to eight hours at a time. So my Hubby is going to put it up on a drip for me.
I was really rather hoping you’d say that, Coco. No sport! Just lazing and scoffing and swigging! I’m in on that one.
Good show Gloria! Of course we will have the obligatory white limousine to haul us from pub to pub. I can already see Saul lolling about on the faux fur throws as we tweak our hair and re-doour make-up. What a jolly crew we shall make.
Bags I have the loud-hailer as we drive through the streets calling everybody to arms!
You can have the loud-hailer as long as I can keep my kazoo. (the idea of Saul lolling on the faux-fur has got me all unnecessary – I think I need a drink)