Okay, it's not a great headline, but it's ben a long day.
Information received suggests one or two of our local councillors are conducting something of a Vendetta against our local hostelries. At a festval event on Friday, one councillor was heard exclaiming 'one down, three to go' over the news of the failure of The Crescent to extend its licensing hours. Good to see the Council on the side of local business and all that. Will it make an iota of difference to the level of anti-social behaviour in town? Course not. But Mr. Smith thinks different.
And finally, only five months after they started the work, it looks like we're going to get proper Zebra crossings back. Well done the efficiency of Bradford Council!
but I did want to recommend this wonderful post on Blair's campaign for the muslim community to do more to stop terrorism.
Actually, Leeds isn't that far away, so I suppose it is sort of relevant.
Nice quote from our beloved leader of the council, Funky Gibbons. Referring to the arrival of 20 travellers on to East Holmes Fields, he sayeth...
Ilkley is...a wonderful place for the local ratepayers to enjoy. And many residents feel that having paid considerably for the privilege of such community that it should be as unspoiled as possible
So there you go. We've paid our money, and that means we don't have to suffer gyppos, niggers or pakis in our town. That sort of thing's for people paying less council tax.
Sometime in March this year, it was decided to do some work on the streets around town. Obviously, the decision was taken because there was a pile of money left at FY year end, and nobody really knew what to do with it.
So they decided to tuck in a road here, put some chicanes over there, generally fuck up the nice flow of traffic. And, yes, the general busybodies in town had a word or two. And the Gusset listened. Because, without busybodies, the Gusset has nothing to report.
So, what's the result three months later? Well, the good news is that we finally have something approaching a pedestrian crossing at the bottom of Brook Street. The town's busiest intersection. Only, it's not really a pedestrian crossing, because no-one without 20/20 vision can actually see to the other side of the road to see whether the little man is green or red (and weren't they a t'riffic band? Sixteen ways, what a song. But I digress)
Elsewhere, around the Town Hall, we have those wonderful new stones that councils insist on putting everywhere, only now sticking out into the road and meaning that every rainfall, the pavement turns into an icerink (never mind they've covered the drains up) and pensioners fly towards the traffic, breaking hips left, right and centre.
But the piece de piss has been the work on the Brook Street and Station Road zebra crossings. After three months we have narrow, not complete, confusing for motorists, dangerous for pedestrians, crossings. The pavements aren't done properly (just count how many slabs are broken already). They appear to be in the wrong place. They're still not finished. No-one knows where the crossings actually are. There will be more deaths because of the re-arrangement.
All in all, it's a total fucking disaster.
And who is responsible? Step forward Councillor Hawkesworth. Well done. Another triumph for local government. Another total waste of money. Next time 'something really must be done', why not just fuck off to the Seychelles like we'd expect? Like the man said, government is too important to be left to plutocratic ladies-who-lunch (or, just to be not-sexist, gentlemen-who-dine).