SOPS
Surely there must be a deserted beach somewhere in the World missing a dog and it's owner followed by a single malt or two in a cosy pub.
Come on man, it's almost sad that you can't detach from this crap. Reading is one thing, continually stirring the pot is beginning to imply that you need to justify leaving, which I'm sure you don't. You don't need to convince us that things are a mess right now. We have to endure it every time we go to work and with recruitment struggling to fill courses and some being cancelled and consolidated, it will only get worse before it gets better. AS will have retired nicely into the sunset by then with more money than he'll know what to do with. He'll be making his own cabinets and desks from the fancy wine he'll be quaffing!
Harry