Thursday, 26 April 2012

Life, committees and travellers

26 April 2012

Some time ago I posted a report about the list of areas that had been indicated that might be suitable to house building projects.  Well, I don't know how the News got the list but it shouldn't have got it.  Now the council committee that was on working on it has been suspended while an investigation takes place into the leaking of the document.  No one knew about the suspension until a question was asked about it.  It seems that Dorktown does not have a Borough Plan which some believe that the lack of such a plan leaves the town wide open to building developers to build anywhere they want.  The suspension of the cross party committee makes this even more likely.  The thing is, we residents of the town have no idea what is going on simply because a lot of the council work goes on behind closed doors.  We only find out about it when leaked documents are made know in the press.

Travellers are again causing hassle and added costs to the Dorktown tax payers.  They move on to land at the Pingle Fields and were move on from there.  Now they have moved on to land beside a sports centre just off Greenmore Road.  A lot of folk think that they should have the right to have places provided for them by us tax payers.  OK, fine, but there is such a site here in the town but they won't use it for some reason.  Maybe because will have to pay rent and council tax?  I don't know for sure but I do have my own thought about it.  We tax payers have to pay to get the evicted, not once but time after time when they set up illegal sites.  But the cost doesn't end when the move on does it?  Inevitably there will be even more expense incurred when a cleanup team has to move onto the site to clear the rubbish the travellers have left behind.  It seems to me they want all the benefits of living in an area but are unwilling to make any contribution to that area.   

There is a lot anger and upset caused by these people and that will not go away until they try to live by the normal standards of society in general.  Of course, this is not just a problem for Dorktown, it happens all over the country making it a national problem, not a local one.  To sort it out needs a national approach, not leaving to each and every local authority to deal with.       

My fourth book is now with me old mate Bill Howe is kindly proof reading it for me.  After I get it back and made the alterations he suggests I can get it off to CreateSpace (unless I can find another such company), and got a proof copy sent out to me.  Hopefully then I can get it published.  In the mean time, someone Jan has been friendly with on Facebook I think, an ex-teacher, has read through The Mission and suggested some changes that he thinks will enhance the book.  I've had a quick look and most of the items he's marked are my typical typos. like 'teh' and so on.  I can make a start on sorting that out while I wait for the proof copy to come back.  The next move then is to send it Matador and get it published there.  We'll see eh ... ... ...

So there I am sitting and reading and an idea comes into my head while doing so.  I reached for my notebook and pen and make a note of the idea.  But which notebook?  You see, I one in my camera bag for when I'm out and about; I have another beside my bed; there's a third beside my arm chair in the front room; a fourth is here beside me lappy and guess what?  There's a fifth one upstairs in my study.  I was starting to feel that I had far too many notebooks on the go.  But then while I was lying in bed reading the latest edition of Writer's Forum, I read that Simon Whaley a number of such books as do a number or other writers.  However, they all differ to me in that they use their books differently with each note book having a separate job.  Maybe I shall get round to doing the same one day. 

So then, today's' photo is of ... 

two lesser black backed gulls.

And this is brilliant ...

On the first day God created the cow. God said, "You must go to the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer. I will give you a life span of sixty years."
The cow said, "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. Let me have twenty and I'll give back the other forty." And God agreed.
On the second day God created the dog. God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years."
The dog said, "That's too long to be barking. Give me ten years and I'll give you back the other ten." So God agreed.
On the third day God created the monkey. God said, "Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh . I'll give you a twenty-year life span."
The monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? I don't think so. Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll do too, okay?" And God agreed again.

On the fourth day God created man. God said, "Eat, sleep, play, have sex, enjoy. Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy. I'll give you twenty years."
Man said, "What? Only twenty years! No way, man. Tell you what, I'll take my twenty, and the forty the cow gave back, and the ten the dog gave back and the ten the monkey gave back, that makes eighty, okay?"
"Okay," said God, "you've got a deal."
So that is why the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, have sex, enjoy, and do nothing; for the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family; for the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren; and for the last ten years we sit in a chair by the front door and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained.                         

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Fast train, dead people and the screwing

25 April 2012

At long last!  HIP HIP Hurray!  Put the flags up and rejoice!  The BEEB got today's weather right.  Shef said it was going to be raining heavy today and it is doing just that.  Good job we're not planning to go anywhere today though ;-)))

So the Hussy Hospital has the worst mortality figures of all the UK hospitals.  I also read somewhere that there was a private company waiting in the wings to take over the running of the place.  It seems it's an ongoing saga of bad news coming from the place.  Dorktowners will be glad when the place gets sorted out once and for all.

HS2 is back in the News today.  North Warwickshire Muppet Person is a true blue Tory but I will be supporting him in his fight against this massive waste of public dosh.  He's challenged a professor who is the chief engineer of the project.  The MP had heard or read that the new line would be running 30 trains an hour; 100,000 house would be built along part of the track; and there would be 'acceleration tracks' built along the line up to 14k long.  The prof; has denied it all - could be we expect anything else really.

We had a visitor last night.  Bang, bang, bang on the front door we heard.  I answered it and found the Labour party councillor for our ward canvassing.  At least I now know who I shall be voting for.  Our visitor wasn't happy when I told him I wouldn't be voting for him.  At least he told me who was running this time.  There's Labour, Tory, BNP and the Green Party.  Now I know the Greens are running that is where my vote will go!  Oh yes ... that guy yesterday was trying to convince me that the local Labour party had nowt to do with the national Labour party ... I wonder what Erratic Ed would say about that!

Jan bought a new CD off eBay.  It's by the Yetties and although it's OK it's not as good as two other we have.  They are a Dorset based folk group.  Very funny too.

I really am starting to wish I could ride a motor bike these days.  I found this one in Dorktown centre yesterday ... 

very nice ... ... ...

It's the Spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue.  Bobby's a pretty hip guy with his own car and a ducktail hairdo. When he goes to the front door, Peggy Sue's father answers and invites him in.  "Peggy Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?" he says.
"That's cool." says Bobby.
Peggy Sue's father asks Bobby what they are planning to do. Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in movie.
Peggy Sue's father responds "Why don't you kids go out and screw?  I hear all of the kids are doing it."
Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby and he says "Whaaaat?"
"Yeah," says Peggy Sue's father, "Peggy Sue really likes to screw; she'll screw all night if we let her!"
Bobby's eyes light up and smiles from ear to ear. Immediately, he has revised the plans for the evening.  A few minutes later, Peggy Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt with her saddle shoes and announces that she's ready to go Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door while dad is saying "Have a good evening kids," with a wink for Bobby.
About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly dishevelled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father:
"DAMMIT DADDY! THE TWIST!!! IT'S CALLED THE TWIST!!!"

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Parish Councils and little blue pills

24 April 2012

Today’s News if full of not a lot again.  The front page story is about someone wanting to set up parish councils within our borough.  Warwickshire County Council has dumped the ‘area committees’ it used to have so that is where the idea comes from.  I wonder how much setting them up would cost.  Who would decide where the boundaries are if they don’t already exist? How many would there be?  The parish churches here in Dorktown are St Nickolas; St Mary’s; All Saints Chilvers Coton; Attlebourgh Parish, St James, Weddington; St Paul’s, Stockingford, and one more in Camp Hill I don’t know the name of.  I make that eight.  Do we really need another layer of local government using up more council tax.  The leader of the council has said there is no call for parish councils from the town’s people, and as the borough has never had one, he can’t see any reason to spend council dosh on it.

It’s surprising how easily we can get caught out by what the talking heads on telly say.  Last Friday Nick Owen said that there would be a story on Monday about farmers complaining about too much rain.  So, as I had said something along those lines earlier in the week I paid more attention to the piece than I normally would.  The impression given last Friday was that it was all farmers complaining.  However, it wasn’t, it was just the Worcester asparagus growers who need more sunshine than we currently are getting.  Its need to get the tips to grow taller, and faster.

Today’s photo was taken at Blackpool Tower circus and is of two roller scatter acrobats spinning very quickly.

A man walks into the dentist's office and after the dentist examines him, he says, "That tooth has to come out. I'm going to give you a shot of Novocain and I'll be back in a few minutes."
The man grabs the doc's arm, "No way. I hate needles I'm not having any shot!"
So the dentist says, "Okay, we'll have to go with the gas."
The man replies, "Absolutely not. It makes me very sick for a couple of days. I'm not having gas."
So the dentist steps out and comes back with a glass of water, "Here," he says, "take this pill."
The man asks, "What is it?"
The doc replies, "Viagra."
The man looks surprised, "Will that kill the pain?," he asks.
"No," replies the dentist, "but it will give you something to hang on to while I pull your tooth!"  

Monday, 23 April 2012

St Georges Day, wine and the broom cupboard

23 April 2012


In case you are wondering why I have posted a photo of a dandelion flower at the head of today's musings, I'll tell you.  Today is St George's day!  It is also the traditional day for picking open dandelion heads to make wine.  And very nice it is too.  I haven't made any for a long time but I used to enjoy making it and enjoy drinking it even more ;-)))

The fight to save Weddington Fields from the sticky grubby hands of developers goes on.  An application has been made to have the area registered as a village green has been accepted by the county council and a six week public consultation is now taking place.  However, that will not see the end of it.  If the council does list the area as a village green then it's likely that it will go to appeal and a public inquiry.  I'm not sure how I feel about it all really.  The area concerned is east of the main town centre and although it is an attractive area, it's hardly a village green.  Not only that but the town needs a lot of new houses to be built.  If not in Weddington, where will they built.  The major concern as it see is that the River Anchor runs close to the area and there may be a risk of flooding if it is built on.  What is perhaps a clear and certain way to stopping the development is for some rare and exotic species of bird to nest there or of a wild flower of national importance to be found there ;-)))

While on the subject of housing ... not too far from me here in Dorktown is a pub called the Boot.  I remember being taken to Christmas Parties there when my dad was in the Burma Star Association.  It used to be a good pub but for some time now it has been going downhill and finally closed for good about 12 months ago.  There has now been an application to turn it into flats and to build four new houses with it.  I would support that without problem.

The BEEB has done it again ... according to the forecast yesterday the area is supposed to be dark, cloudy and raining; it's current bright sunshine and blue skies.  Typical!  Canna trust them with owt!

Today's photo then is of a bike rack I found in Tamworth town centre a couple of years ago.

Two Brooms ... were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know
each other so well, they decided to get married.

One broom was, of course, the bride broom.  The other the groom broom.
The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress.  The groom broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo.  The wedding was lovely.
 
After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over
and said to the groom-broom and said "I think I am going to have a little
whisk broom!!!"
 
"Impossible!" said the groom broom. "We haven't even swept together."