I normally write in this column about the major political issues
of the day, but nothing better encapsulates what’s wrong with the European Union
than the curious incident of the sofa in my office.
On July 1, the new MEPs took up our seats and we were shown to our shiny
new offices. Everything is luxurious, but utterly grey and soulless: just like
the European Union itself.
Each office comes with a wooden unit with drawers, wardrobes and a
fold-out sofa built in.
I arrived in my Brussels office, only to find that someone had screwed
the sofa shut. Not having a screwdriver of the right size handy, not wanting to
risk taking a screwdriver from the UK in case of awkward questions at customs,
and thinking it was a straightforward task, I asked for the Parliament’s
furniture services to simply come and remove the screw.
“Remove the screw?” I was told, in horror. “But you are a député. You
must have a new sofa!” My protests about waste fell on deaf
ears.
A couple of months passed, including the August break, and so I chased
the matter up at the start of September. I again proffered the suggestion that
they might merely send someone to remove the screw, but to no
avail.
I don’t spend much time lounging around on sofas in my office; I’m almost
always out meeting people. So I didn’t think much more of it until late October
when I arrived to find that there were workmen in my office. Excellent, I
thought. This madness will finally be resolved.
Later in the day, not only had the sofa been removed but the entire unit
was now in the corridor outside my office. The next day, a team arrived and the
entire wall was repainted and covered with new wallpaper.
Fast-forward to late December, because absolutely nothing at all had
happened in the meantime. The sofa was still there, no doubt a health and safety
issue, clogging up the corridor.
It had annoyed one of the senior staff out here so much that she
telephoned the furniture services and insisted that the ‘Head of Furniture’ come
to my office. He agreed that the situation was unacceptable; it would be fixed
right away.
Off the record, I later received a tip-off from someone else that there
were language and communications issues. The main languages spoken here are
French and English (with a smattering of German, Spanish and Italian thrown in)
but that many of the workers speak other languages and aren’t able to
communicate well.
By the middle of January I had given up. But this week, almost seven
months after I first complained, I turned up to my office to find that there was
no longer furniture in the corridor outside.
But there’s still no sign of the new sofa (or any of the storage
facilities which I actually needed). I’m curious as to which will happen first:
the arrival of the replacement unit, or the end of my term of office in
2019.
It reminds me of the old joke about the Communist country where a man
went to buy a new fridge. He was told that it would be delivered 18 years from
today. He asked “morning or afternoon?” and was told that it would be there in
the morning. “That’s a relief”, he said. “The plumber’s coming in the
afternoon.”
This, sadly, is a metaphor for the broken bureaucracy of the European
Union. Whereas the screw in my sofa was too tight, the system itself has a screw
loose.
Ever wondered why we get such little value for money from the £55+
million we hand over to Brussels every single day from our
taxes?
My phone is now broken too. I’m just too scared to tell
them...
Jonathan Arnott is Ukip MEP for the North East of
England.
Mike Hookem MEP, UKIP’s defence
spokesman has today welcomed a decision by the US owned supermarket chain, Asda,
join the RAC and Tesco in signing a corporate covenant and guaranteeing armed
forces veterans job interviews within 12 months of being honourably
discharged.
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