Social Entreprats.

I have felt for some time that a lot of fairly mediocre people make a fat living out of being, ostentatiously, Social Entrepreneurs. They do not do a good job, they often move with the money and their only skill is in browsing jobs from one grant scheme to the next before the moolah runs out. The poor, apparently, are always with us. The Social Entreprats are never far behind. I have sat, often cringing in disbelief, totting up the cost of delivering grants, advice, support, tea and sycophancy, monitoring, reviews, consultancy, reports and general factotemry to the poor and ne'er-do-wells. Of course, such persons and activity require a parallel universe of flunkys advising such characters. These are embedded in charities, representational structures and executives of central, local and European government. Just don't start me off on registration and regulation.

I have decided to name these characters Social Entreprats.

This week I sat marveling as one Social Entreprat shook his greying locks in disbelief that anyone should get his or her hands dirty doing anything positive apart from passing the policy recommendations up the food chain. No good could come of encouraging direct positive legal action against what you, or the person on the 38 bus, would reasonably regard as unfair terms and conditions of a loan. Always unwilling to suffer fools gladly I pointed out that similar action had brought the banks to heel, almost, over overdraft and account charges. The Social Entreprat retreated into the worsted greyness of his suit unwilling to challenge the wild eyed pinko! There was not a squeak from the blue serge, 500 sovs a skull, at my right hand representing the Government Office in our region and him wearing an MCC tie!The woman with the permatan looking slightly bilious in a slinky grey dress who had arrived in a beamer over an hour ago had uttered not one word but presumeably was looking forward to the final salary pension she would enjoy from the government agency that fed her.