This morning, this arrived through my letterbox. Immediately after taking this picture, I carefully tore it to pieces. And got angry.
The arrogance of the bastard. The man in question being Tim Martin, head of the Wetherspoon “empire”.
I wasn’t the only one to receive them….
And equally unwelcome….
This is not a political blog. Or post. However, for clarity, my politics are of the left and I was formerly both an activist and Trade Union rep.
But that isn’t the point here.
For some time, I have offered simple advice. If you want to say something controversial – or potentially offensive – DON’T use your commercial platform, or your business accounts. If you do, prepare to harm your business.
In the current on trade, JDW loom large as the bargain bin of draught beer. Buy cheap, sell cheap. With the prices being demanded off brewers by the chain, it makes zero commercial sense for small Micros to sell to Wetherspoon.
And I’ve seen their range on the handpumps narrowing to a “usual suspects” list. At least in the ones I’ve been in. Maybe he really believes in the nickname given his pubs.
And – obviously to Mr Martin – he doesn’t think that such propaganda will harm his business. Maybe it won’t.
I’ve been fairly ambivalent about Spoons. Colleagues and friends do occasionally ask to meet there. And I’ve never said no.
Hell. We’ve even had breakfast in “The Brexit Arms” (predictive text remembered!) morning after East West.
But not any more.
I hate the Wetherspoon business model. I detest the use of Zero Hours contracts.
I also loathe the use of his company to spread his anti-EU propaganda.
I don’t care if my friends and colleagues call me a snob.
I’ll never darken the doors of a Wetherspoon again.