British Airways – what a shambles. A once-proud organisation inevitably succumbing to the terribly British tendency to take something good, and solid, and FUBAR. (See Sly Stallone and Kurt Russell in that meisterwerk of the silver screen, “Tango and Cash”.)
Mind, this time round, you have to give some credit to ‘Wee’ Willie Walsh, who – it must be said – is not doing a completely rubbish job – of the communication of it, anyway. His tactics, of dividing and conquering and picking off elements rather than addressing the whole, seem to be paying dividends.
For the first time, it seems that media sentiment is not wholly against BA’s management. It seems that, perhaps, the tide is turning against those on strike or threatening to strike. What the truth of the matter is, I don’t pretend to know, but the way public perception is being handled is excellent.
And the latest strike-quelling tactic – the threat of appointing Michael O’Leary as CEO – is a stroke of genius.
(OK – it’s not true – but it is very funny.)