Monthly Archives: October 2011

Former social work boss warns that unqualified staff in the Western Isles are a ‘retrograde step’

A report by Andrew Walker is available for download on the website of the Uist newspaper Am Paipear at www.ampaipear.org.uk OR AM PAIPEAR’S FACEBOOK PAGE.

20th October 2011     from British Association of Social Work News

A former social work team manager based in a remote part of Scotland has written to his ex-employer raising concerns that social workers have been replaced by unqualified workers to carry out complex assessments of adults at risk.

BASW member Andrew Walker, who was a team manager at Comhairle nan Eilean Siar, has warned that many older people, who are vulnerable because they suffer from long-term conditions such as dementia or Parkinson’s disease, are being assessed by people employed as social care assessors.

Andrew Walker

The council employs the social care assessors, who are registered with the Scottish Social Care Council but do not have social work training, at Grade F, with a starting salary of £20,044, while social workers are employed at Grade I on a salary ranging from £29,092 to £31,792.

In a letter sent to the chief executive of Comhairle nan Eilean Siar and director of social work Ian Macaulay, social and community services director, Mr Walker says the decision to employ social care assessors is a ‘retrograde step’, which will have ‘a deleterious impact on the standard of social care services to our elderly, disabled and most vulnerable service-users, at a time of significant increase in demand for community care services’.

He raises concerns that the adult community care team, covering the Uist and Barra areas of the Western Isles, now employs just one senior social worker, who divides his time between management and practice, a trainee social worker, and two social care assessors, one full-time and one part-time.

The original, generic social work team comprised five, experienced and qualified social workers.

“Social care assessors do not have the knowledge or skills to carry out these assessments,” Mr Walker told PSW. “Many older people are vulnerable and we are living in a very fragile community. The winters are harsh and we often have power cuts,” he added. “In many cases, their families are living some distance from them, often on the mainland, and they require complex care packages.”

Mr Walker, a social worker for 40 years, resigned in April two months before he was due to retire, following stress-related sick leave, which he says were caused by a number of restructures of his service that had left his team overworked and disillusioned.

He said a decision in September 2010 to cap home care hours and raise thresholds so that only those with critical needs received help was among the changes that had placed extra pressure on his team.

“Staff were meeting families and carers and having to say that although they [the service user] had been assessed as having substantial needs they were not able to respond, which was very hard for them and a very traumatic and difficult pill for the family to swallow,” said Mr Walker, adding that the team had been “overwhelmed” with work.

In a statement, Comhairle nan Eilean Siar denied the restructuring of the adult team was a cost-cutting measure and said assessment capacity had been ‘substantially increased’ by the changes. ‘The social care assessors, located within the Community Care Service, have proved to be of huge benefit, relieving social workers of non-complex cases and enabling them to concentrate on complex cases appropriate to their qualifications and grade,’ it said.

‘Cases are allocated appropriately in terms of complexity and there is a clear decision making process when experienced managers allocate cases that define what goes to a social care assessor and what goes to a social worker – this matches their skills, training and knowledge to ensure safe practice and protection of vulnerable adults. Social care assessors will all be provided with Adult Protection training,’ it added.

High-flying churchmen may have their wings clipped?

Is a Free Church minister travelling to a church meeting on the mainland a businessman? That is the big question causing ructions in that denomination just now. Many of our jet-setting ministers want a government ruling to say they are merely private individuals – but with a vocation.

Individuals with an island home address are entitled to cheap fares under the Air Discount Scheme, but not if they are travelling on business. The church now wants the Scottish Government (travel adviser B Souter, esq.), to make a ruling. I gather the government is minded to say no, that ministers in the clouds are not up there for business reasons.

However, the usual test is whether travellers are paying other expenses, like food and accommodation, out of their own pocket on these trips to Inverness and Edinburgh. If not, or if they are claiming back even a fraction of these costs later, then they are on business. Simple.

For some reason, the honest Joes of the Free Church aren’t currently too keen to apply that simple but crucial test which the rest of the world relies on.

I hear there is a rush on because of mounting fears that the government could soon start launching claims against ministers in the Free Church, and other churches too, for swindling the taxpayer.

Interestingly, I hear that Roman Catholic clergy, presumably on Uist and Barra, are also “watching developments” with interest. I bet they are. Ooh, you’d better get this sorted smartish, Mr A Allan.

Mairi’s battle with Arnold Clark

As many people on the island already know, a local taxi operator is battling a well-known motor chain.  I shall post regular updates here.

27 October – Delighted to hear that Angus Macneil MP has now taken up Mairi’s case.

Received 18 October 2011
Mr Maciver
Thank you for your latest email directed to ourselves by Heidi,
regarding some further issues surrounding the servicing carried
out on the aforementioned vehicle. To clarify the point which you
raised in your email, the vehicle was serviced by Arnold Clark
Toyota on the dates and mileage advised by myself previously.
This would not show on Volkswagen system as the service was not
carried out by an approved VW dealer. The service was carried out
by Toyota, who would carry out the service in accordance with the manufacturers’ guidelines they are unable put it onto VW system.
Regards
Peter
Customer Services

Taxi operator Mairi Murray, from Stornoway, bought her Volkswagen Passat from Arnold Clark Toyota in Aberdeen on March 25.  Since then, it has had a string of severe problems which have regularly put Mairi’s taxi off the road. It is now off again and Mairi says she cannot afford to pay the thousands of pounds it will cost to repair.

It's no fare for Mairi

The first fault was a defective gearbox which, she says, was speedily replaced by Arnold Clark without question.

“Since then there have also been many other severe problems with the vehicle’s electrics affecting wipers, indicators, airbag lights and service lights as well as a defective handbrake, faulty turbo and severe flywheel problems. All put my vehicle off the road and lost me earnings.”

Mairi is now facing a bill of about £4,000 for the flywheel and turbo problems to fix her car. Arnold Clark refuses to help because it’s outside their short warranty period – and, they say, because she did 20,000 miles in four and a half months. Mairi maintains that by choosing Arnold Clark, which she believed was reputable, she ended up worse than she ever thought she could be. The finance company has also refused to help – after a briefing by Arnold Clark, of course.

Ms Murray has now lost her business and without it is worried she may soon lose her home.  The Citizens Advice Bureau, the trading standards department and a local lawyer say nothing can be done. Arnold Clark’s small print is watertight.

However, after a wee bit of digging around, Arnold Clark’s claims are now looking increasingly shoogly. The main issue now is whether the car was in a reasonable condition to be sold in the first place. Initially, they gave no proof the car had ever been serviced at all although Arnold Clark now says it had two services.

However another reputable Volkswagen dealer has checked it for me today (Oct 17) and told me there was just one full service in February 2009. All other entries are repairs, not services, they tell me. Whoops. Naughty Arnold.

Arnold Clark has also failed to provide the legally-checkable service history they claim to have for the vehicle and which I requested from them 10 days ago.

One of the grounds given to Mairi for the car giant refusing to help was that she had done mileage of 20,000 miles in 4.5 months. They failed to explain why they considered that unreasonable. They knew it was to be a taxi because the temporary insurance they organised for Mairi was refused for exactly that reason.

They also claimed the taxi meter affected the electrics. Why? Er …well. Arnold Clark certainly was not told that was the case by the inspecting garage in Stornoway. Much of the car’s electrics has been and are faulty, with or without the meter, and other Passat taxis have no such problem with similar meters.

People in the trade believe Arnold Clark is clutching at straws to shirk responsibility.

Mairi thinks, a two-month warrant notwithstanding, that Arnold Clark cannot wash its hands of responsibility for what has happened to her. The car’s shocking list of serious defects have already lost her the business and without income she may lose her home too.  She believes Arnold Clark sold her a car for her business that was not fit for purpose.

When I contacted Arnold Clark they claimed Mairi’s car had been serviced at 18,328 miles and then at 31,991 miles.  I decided not to take their word for that. Another Volkswagen dealership on the mainland was able to get the details and dates that Arnold Clark mechanics had put on the VW computer for me. They say, no, it is not true. Computer says no. Just one service two and a half years ago and the rest of the entries are merely repairs.

Arnold Clark continues to claim: “We have no evidence of any electrical issues with the vehicle, there were no issues prior to the sale of the vehicle and we have not had the vehicle back since it left the branch.”  Maybe they should have taken it back for inspection then.

“Problems with the electrics only became apparent after the fitting of the meter.”  Is that proof ? Oh, you think so? In that case, the seven eight or eight serious deficiencies with the car only became apparent to Mairi after she bought it from Arnold Clark. Is that proof they sold her a dodgy car in the first place? Actually, yes it could certainly be exactly that.

Peter Kerr, from Arnold Clark customer service, writes : “I am sorry that Miss Murray feels that we are not taking an interest in her issues, however all works previously required were actioned immediately by the branch with goodwill being offered towards the repair of the gearbox although the events occurred out with our used car warranty period.”

He says: “It should be noted that the repairs previously undertaken were carried out by an approved V.W. dealer on Stornoway at Miss Murray behest.  The repairing branch providing a list of required parts which were then supplied by Arnold Clark.”

Sadly, for Arnold Clark’s flagging reputation, that is not how others remember the sequence of events – and they have proof.  I have now asked Arnold Clark to explain why they claimed Mairi’s car had full services if they are not even logged on the VW computer system, as required under its conditions with all dealers.

They have serious questions to answer and Mairi says she simply cannot let Arnold Clark walk away and leave her in the lurch.  I can see her fighting her case a whole lot further – maybe all the way to Volkswagen itself and certainly to the national motor trade associations which Arnold Clark claims to be a member of.

I would love to know if Arnold Clark’s claim of “promises delivered” came true for you. Comments are open.

Could it be that I may have found Liam Fox’s adviser singing at that wet Mod?

Rumours are very much part of the Royal National Mod. At the very least, a good Mod has a rumour of a high-level ding-dong about the future of Gaelic, a royal visitor and claims that the organisers have banned the phrase Whisky Olympics. Of course, these are just rumours and nothing ever comes of them.
However, throughout Mod week there were whispers that Adam Werrity was up for it. A taxi driver had supposedly dropped off Dr Liam Fox’s constant companion in a kilt at Macneil’s and was in there with George Gawk, the North Sea crofter.

The best man turned worst man, for the career of the defence secretary anyway, was also supposedly seen propping up the bar at the Wild West Beer Festival in Tong and I had calls saying he was boogieing in the Clachan Bar until 6am.
Of course, always ready to bring you the latest happenings in Stornoway, I had to rush off to check each and every sighting but not be recognised myself. With my trusty kilt and the hairiest sporran to ever grace a Mod, off I went into the pouring rain.

Rushing into Macneil’s, everything was order. Very civilised the patrons were, all nodding politely as they sipped their mineral water. Hmm, I’m sure I saw one or two Press and Journal types there nursing an uisge beatha or two – without the beatha, of course. Anything else appearing on their expenses claim was “not dependent on transactional behaviour”, as a former government minister so eloquently put it.

Then I found George Gawk in the corner pretending there was no one with him. I’m wise to him now and it wasn’t long before I spotted a guy in a kilt with all the fresh features that had graced our scandal-filled newspapers for the previous couple of weeks. “Ah, Mr Werritty, I presume,” I said, puffing myself up as if I had just come across a white explorer on the shores of Lake Tanganyika. “I’ve been looking for you.” Terror flashed across his face, before he mumbled something about how he needed to sing. “Yes indeed. Unburden yourself to me. Ready when you are,” I said, whipping out my notebook to catch for posterity his account of what he did to heap scadal upon his head.

However, he took advantage of me rummaging for a pencil in my shaggy sporran. When I looked up he’d vanished. Turning to George Gawk, I asked if he’d seen the guy in the kilt I’d been speaking to. He nodded to the stage.
The bekilted vocalist did look a teeny bit like Werrity I suppose, but Calum Alex MacMillan, a well-kent Gaelic crooner, who was up there belting out a ballad, is not likely to have jetted around the globe with our country’s former defence secretary, is he? Stop it, George. Now you’re winding me up.

Poor Gawk. He’s got a lot on his mind. He has seen that story in the papers about the oil platform in the North Sea that a Norwegian oil company put up for sale. They are flogging it like it was a bungalow noting it is well-kept with 20 bedrooms, fantastic sea views and space for a helicopter. No way, George wouldn’t be interested even if the starting bid they are looking for, at about 13p, costs less than the bag of smokey bacon crisps he kindly bought me. George is just a crofter who happens to work in the North Sea, after all.

Ah, he corrects me, we non-crofters have no idea. There are times in all stockholders’ lives, he tells me, when it is necessary to separate the rams from the ewes. You have to put the rams somewhere secure where they cannot jump a fence. Well, I suppose but … No buts about it, he insisted, grimly. An oilrig in the North Sea would be ideal. Where else would he be able to put a lot of rams and be able to check the boy Blackfaces with a low chopper fly-by as he went back and fore to work? He could put loads of other crofters’ rams out there too and charge a hefty rent too with his cast-iron guarantee that even the fence jumpers wouldn’t get to the maiden ewes.

Still reeling from how entreprenurial the Gawk had become, I had to check out to our newest island festival celebrating the best of, well, what we do best. Having a pint. Sidling up to these thirsty guys at the bar in Tong Hall quaffing Organic Yellowhammer, Berserker and a delightful bevvy called Skullsplitter while trying to work out if they had noses like the one in Fox’s groom and best man photos wasn’t easy. They thought I was acting weird.

Finally, and desperate to change my appearance again, I plonked the hairy thingummyjig on my head to make me look younger and slunk into the Clachan for the all-nighter into Saturday morning. No Werrity but the woman singer in there, who looked a bit like Mrs X but when she was slim, kept winking at me.
Ach, I’ve still got it.

I wasn’t interested though. Better to rush home to my beloved. Don’t know why I bothered because when I got in, there was a note saying: “Don’t wait up. I’m entertaining Big Calum Clachan until morning. X (Mrs).” See if I find out that Adam Werrity is using the name Calum Clachan, there’s going to be trouble. I don’t care how big he is.

Tarbert Sunday ferry

Well done to CalMac for bringing in the Sunday ferry service to Tarbert on Harris. Despite the intransigence of undemocratic religious pressure groups, we now get better choice and service that other communities take for granted.

Car stolen from Western Isles Hospital on Sunday

Please look out for Margaret’s green Vauxhall Astra Y168 MPP stolen from Western Isles Hospital in Stornoway today (Sunday). Call the police if you see it.

Shopowners not happy that market is back in town yet again

There is fury in downtown Stornoway as a group of stallholders are back again with a market during the Royal National Mod.
Local traders are fizzing. Angry that they have been snatching their business away twice already this year, the shopowners have been telling how council officials promised they would be forewarned if the market was to return. Yet again they say, they knew nothing until the tents were erected.
Colin Cameron of Cameron’s Chip Shop said: “We were looking forward to the Mod because we thought it would be very good for business. However, it’s not going to be so busy with the market here yet for the third time. It’s not as if the money they take will be put back on the town.
“There was no consultation. If businesses here were allowed to display their wares in the street I’m sure they would.”
Iain Macaulay of the Events gift shop, said he had been assured by council officials that they would be told in advance if there was any prospect of the market returning after the previous two visits.
“I have had no calls from anyone about this,” he said.

So I put questions to the comhairle and the amenity trust. The trust responded saying the current market was not their responsibility. Here is what the comhairle said:

How much are stallholders paying for their prime positions and to whom? What is included in that fee?

The Licence fee is £175 for three years for under 20 stalls and is only allowed to reflect the cost of administering the licence. Any fees or charges for land use/electricity etc have nothing to do with the licence.

The Comhairle does not charge Traders for the use of specific plots. Market Traders are not authorised to utilise Comhairle Services.

How does the fee compare to markets in other towns?

We don’t have that information.

Why are these outside companies allowed to come in and trade at the busiest times of the year without the same rules and responsibilities as local businesses?

The Comhairle have to grant licences unless there are valid reasons for refusal. These market traders, like anyone else, may apply for a market Operator’s license. Applications for a Market Operator’s license are processed in accordance with the provisions of the Civic Government (Scotland) Act 1982. This act provides for certain grounds of refusal of an application, and there are certain specific statutory grounds for refusal of an application. Commercial prejudice to neighbouring premises is not one of these grounds for refusal.

I have heard of individual councillors who said they should not be allowed to return. Who decides?

Licences are issued by Consumer and Environmental Services on behalf of the Comhairle. The Licenses are issued under delegated authority from the Comhairle. On receipt of an application the views of statutory consultees such as the Police and Fire Brigade are sought, and in this case we also sought the views of our Technical Services Department. Applications are referred to the environmental sub-committee if any objections are received

Why were the local traders lied to and kept in the dark until the stallholders arrived?

This application was processed in accordance with the statutory provisions in the usual fashion.

Why were the claims of insect-infested products not fully investigated and prosecuted?

The markets, as with other retail and catering businesses, are inspected in terms of Food and Trading Standards. Comhairle officers have carried out numerous visits to the markets as part of routine work as well as in response to complaints. In general terms- we investigate any complaint against any trader in line with the Comhairle’s enforcement policy. This includes any markets or street traders. If a consumer has a complaint regarding any business, including a market stall, then the Comhairle will investigate it.

How much are the stallholders being charged for the permanent damage to Perceval Square?

The Comhairle have received no reports of damage to Perceval Square.

What are the long-term plans for the stallholders?

The Comhairle is required to process the applications for this license. Any questions about the long-term plans of stallholders should be addressed to those stallholders.

Can you assure local traders that you won’t wreck their Christmases too by allowing them back then?

We have to treat an application for a licence the same whether it is being held on Comhairle ground or private ground. The licence does not deal with frequency of use or permissions to trade – unless there are legitimate concerns (i.e. public safety). It does not deal with competition/commercial issues. If there were objections to a licence then they would have to be considered in terms of the Civic Government (Scotland) Act 1982. All applications for Market Operator’s licences will be considered on their merits and processed in accordance with the provisions of the 1982 act.

Any other comments?

For information this market is not related to the Stornoway Amenity Trust. Any concerns or complaints attributed to the previous market may not be relevant to this market. The markets, as with other retail and catering businesses, are inspected in terms of Food and Trading Standards
Under the Civic Government (Scotland ) Act 1982 a Market Operator’s Licence is required for carrying on a private market by any person other than a local or public authority at which goods are offered by more than one seller for sale to the public. Licences are not needed if the proceeds are used for charitable purposes or not for private gain.
The Police and Fire Authority are consulted on licence applications and their views are taken into account when deciding to issue a licence. Technical Services are also consulted.
The Comhairle have to grant licences unless there are valid reasons for refusal.
Open air markets require planning permission and Perceval Square and various areas within Point Street and Cromwell Street have planning permission.

I think she is telling me that maybe I should do something about our back garden

“Is that you, Ant? Oh, it’s you, Dec. Where’s the funny one today?” I heard Mrs X whisper in hushed tones. Why on earth is she calling that pair of excitable geehonks, I wondered, as I skulked in the airing cupboard. Why? Well, it’s what I do when she says I’m getting under her feet. I still have to keep tabs on her, you know. She’s getting to that funny age.

Then I heard her say she had a money-saving suggestion for the lads off the telly. Knowing how cash-strapped these broadcasters were nowadays, she had come up with a great wheeze to save them hundreds of thousands of pounds. You could just imagine Ant’s ears pricking up. Or is it Dec that has the sticky-out side flaps and the Herman Munster forehead? Who knows?

How did that pair become the country’s favourites when no one has any idea which is which? The cost of taking all these contestants on I’m a Celebrity – Get Me Out of Here to the Australian jungle must be astronomical, Mrs X suggested. About half a million? I could imagine the Dec head nodding furiously. Her cunning plan was for them to switch the filming to our back garden. She then went on at great length to one of the superstars who brought the world Let’s Get Ready To Rumble how, despite her constant nagging, I had failed to cut the grass for ages. Yes, it was like a jungle out there.

Wildlife? Oh yes, she assured him. There were ferocious creatures out there. And she had just heard what sounded like a badly wounded fox wailing over by the end wall. Oh well, I thought, I suppose the former Secretary of State for Defence has to hide out somewhere. Oh heck, it’s not Dr Liam. I forgot I had answered the urgent appeal for accommodation by Royal National Mod organisers An Comunn Gaidhealach. I’ve rented out the shed to half a dozen ladies from a choir on the mainland. One of them must have arrived early and had been getting in a bit of practice. Foxy lady.

The viewers of I Used To Be A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here Because I Want To Be One Again, insisted my beloved, would notice little difference between the slightly-unkempt area at the back of our house and the Numinbah Nature Reserve, where they currently go to get the atmosphere of a dangerous, uncared-for wilderness. They could have the run of the whole back garden for a couple of months for – what did she say? – a quarter of a million.

He would get back to her. There would be a lot to check out. The sponsors would have to be consulted. Stornoway air traffic control would have to OK a bunch of reality TV has-beens plunging from 10,000 feet onto that patch of ground opposite our house beside the headquarters of Stornoway Thespians. Either that or onto the roof of Kiwi’s Garage. Fine, don’t see a problem with that.

And she would have to help him figure out how he and his aerodynamic sidekick could wangle themselves onto the Air Discount Scheme so they could hop on Flybe and come back and fore as they needed to. No business use on that scheme. Hmm, could be tricky. I can see me having to apply for an discount card as Declan Donnelly. No one has a clear photo on their ID card. We could get away with that. Who will I get to apply for the other one? Who looks a bit like Antony McPartlin?

No one really but, och, I’ll just get my mate, George Gawk, to do it. How could I get George to look 25 years younger? I’ll get him to grow a beard, pin his ears forward and then take a photo of his head upside down. Then I airbrush out his nose and mouth. That should do it. The Gawk would have to tell his colleagues on the platform out in the North Sea that he had changed his name by deed poll – for tax reasons. When the supervisor needed an electrician for a job upstairs, he would
just shout: “Get Ant on deck.”

I’m not sure whether to be pleased at the entrepreneurial spirit of Mrs X or whether I should be furious that she is suggesting I am failing in yet another of my marital duties. No, don’t even ask about the other one. Who cuts the grass in October anyway? There’s no point. There’s precious little sun to nourish it and, according to the forecast I’ve just heard,
it’s going to be flattened anyway because it’s going to be blowing a right hoolie all through Mod Week.

Still, no hurricane will be strong enough to blow away all the fun in store this week as Stornoway is host to the Whisky Olympics. Oops, I said it. I know I could be arrested on sight for calling it that nowadays but, you know, I just don’t care. That ruling was brought in by John Macleod, the president of An Comunn, and he has upset so many people with his speech at last Friday’s grand opening that I am going to have to seek him out and have a stern word with the man.

On Saturday, the Press and Journal bravely told the world what he actually said. The headline was: “An Comunn chief calls for English-free zones.” What a cheek.

Some of my best friends are English.

Liam Fox off

All this talk of media regulation and political correctness has seriously affected the willingness to take up opportunities for succinct newspaper headlines.

Brogan ad in Gazette was an “internal error”

This was all an "internal error"

Brilliant excuse from Sam Chambers, the delightful boss of GB Oils / Scottish Fuels et al, who we got to know last week. He was asked about the advert announcing Brogan Fuels was now delivering here, which was roundly condemned here and elsewhere.

Chambers wrote back: “I have now looked into the situation with regard to the “Brogan” ad that appeared in the paper. It was not meant to be and it was down to a simple internal error when the wrong attachment was sent. It was supposed to be an ad for Scottish Fuels.”

He concluded: “Sometimes the Gods can conspire against you.”

Except it’s not that simple. Why would an ad for Scottish Fuels say “now delivering”. Not only does it have the name Brogan Fuels but it also has a pic of a Brogan tanker – not a Scottish Fuels one. Why was that professionally-made advert created in the first place and on whose orders?