RIP Fontana

The latest scuttle butt from the fuel desk...
The shop starts to dismantle on 17th of January, the gate will be remote controled from GB by the 5th of February. The cafe is already on reduced hours.
But just so you don't think Schneider doesn't give a s hit about the drivers all the posters are still up and they still say "Thanks for all you do!"
Tempted to add..." don't let the door hit ya were the good Lord split ya; now move along, there's nothing to see here."

 

Zombies counting the days...
The tenor of Fontana right now reminds me of the final passage in Aldous Huxley's poignant classic Brave New World.


Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east..

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I expect a gathering of vultures any day now. Schneider corporate really knows how to embrace the season.

 

I imagine another classic of literature...
A small impish looking driver dressed in tattered rags holding up his empty bowl and asking, " Please sir, I want some more."
The corporate master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.
"What!" said the master at length, in a faint voice.
"Please, sir," replied Oliver, "I want some more."
The master aimed a blow at Oliver's head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arms; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.
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English literature aside, I've been told the meal is a sandwhich. Such a gesture of generosity on a day where no holiday pay is offered shows the level of caring that GB has for the drivers. I still have those wonderful posters though; "Thanks for all you do!"