You cannot polish a turd.
Anon
In a district still full of beautiful architecture, there are several reminders of the carnage inflicted on Bradford in the 1960s and 70s with what luvvies now tend to adore as “brutalist” i.e crap.
Richard Dunn Sports Centre was closed several years ago but, as our council dithered – no change there – as to what to do with a prime site, along came the anoraks with their clipboards.
What were they thinking of? At best it is a concrete monstrosity, at worst an inefficient old building with very little in terms of alternative uses.
The anoraks live in a different world; there are few cities that could even contemplate tarting up a concrete turd.
Somewhat vaguely, the council stated: “We are exploring all options around the development of this area.”
Translation – we have not got a Scooby-Do!
Harry
My youngest godson is eighteen at the end of the month; this weekend he will be spending it with seven of us courtesy of Vittys Cottages in Whitby.
I think they call it “finishing school” although Eton and a weekend away with the less-than-magnificent seven seem poles apart.
He has no idea that the draw for room-sharing saw him drawn to share a room with Big Al for three nights. He would get more sleep in the rhinoceros pit at London Zoo.
It hardly seems a minute since his parents decided I might be a good bet as a cheap babysitter and die young enough to provide an early bung to him.
We’ve done school runs, flour fights and all manner of other childish things that were all his idea.
Soon he will be on the bumpy road to becoming a man. I wish him all the luck in the world….should he survive the weekend.
Destroyed
When the Yorkshire CCC racism story broke, many held the belief that there were two sides to this, however blinkered those in power wish us to be.
Chris Waters, The Yorkshire Post’s cricket correspondent, has been dogged in his pursuit of the truth, buried under the stench of political correctness.
This article is well worth a read.
With the carcass of YCCC picked bare by an inept bunch of self-serving parasites, what future for a club now playing second-division cricket and with players leaving in droves?
It will be a long way back for YCCC. It will be a lot quicker if the likes of Lord Patel clear off.
Fireworks
Although fireworks are a year-round occurrence here in Cowboy Town, the season to be really stupid is fast approaching. In certain parts of the city it will be a mini-blitz.
The media covered a story concerning fears for the safety of fire service people vulnerable not just to fireworks but flying bricks too. We cannot keep expecting front-line workers to risk personal injury combatting retards.
Either they are given the means to protect themselves – a water cannon springs to mind – or the areas that are too dangerous to enter are ignored. Pussy-footing around solves nothing.
Brave New World
I am now talking on a daily basis to an oversized golf ball in my kitchen. This can only end badly; just think of Norman Bates.
Alexa can apparently do no end of things. She will change your radio station, pick your music, tell crap jokes and even offer recipes although, to date, I’ve not seen her lift a spatula.
Whether GCHQ has sight and sound of all things at Lenton Villas I can only guess. If the Dyson starts up of its own accord I’m out of the door.
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Phil says
Dear Uncle Willy,
I will have no problem sleeping in the room with big Al as I have the ability to constantly not to listen to what Mum or Dad are saying.
Love Harry
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