As most of you know, I'm not living in Ilkley during the week anymore, so it's an absolute delight to come home. Potter onto the moor, look at the scenery. It's a very beautiful place and you should all be very happy there.
In the serenissima, the serene republic of Venice, they had a policing system involving denunciation. Anyone (well, you had to be a citizen not a slave, but that sort of went with the ability to write) could denounce another citizen by dropping a letter into a mailbox shaped like a lions' mouth. Plainly they had a lot of nutters who were probably ignored, but this system could lead to those denounced being spirited away in the middle of the night across the Bridge of Sighs and never heard from again.
It's good, then, that the UK has decided to learn from this experience. INstead of paying policemen to get out on the beat, they're to be encouraged to sit at their desks while anonymous tip-offs are delivered to them by mail and phone. These tip-offs will then be investigated. If you;re btohered by a group of youths on the street corner, phone it in (anonymously) and they'll send someone round. If you don't like the noise from a neighbour, mail it in and denounce them. It'll give the Police something to do, and save them from having to solve actual crime. But what sort of society will it make us?
I can just think of one couple who will be making use of this privilege.
The authors/poets/cartoonists plugging their books at Ilkley Literature Festival have been announced. Starts with PD James, ends with Louis Theroux. In the middle there's Maya Angelou, usual suspects like Joolz, and a writing class with Toby Litt who must be rated as one of our best under-40 novelists.
No Zadie. Thank you organisers. Stop a passing website (when it's updated) and buy some tickets.
To the Bradford Council team that decided that the lights on Skipton Rd/Victoria Avenue were not bad enough, and that they should repair the road, shutting off one carriageway, in August at the height of the day-tripper season!
Well done those chaps. Tail-backs to Skipton. We had to circle from Bolton Abbey to Langbar and over the suspension bridge to get home. Some Leeds-ites (not knowing of these back routes) are probably still there.
Or at least it did on Tuesday. Someone had been muck-spreading and the pall hung over the whole side of the hill. Phew-wee. Must have been delightful for the residents.