“Everything we use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the so-called packaging we love so much. The mountain of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use.” ― John Steinbeck
What better way to experience Storm Dennis than high on Oxenhope Moor, albeit wishing one had been a tad stronger willed as far as that last beer the previous night? The numerous reservoirs were full to bursting, none prettier than Leeming from on high, several others to savour.
In this part of the Bradford district, where rugged beauty surrounds you, what a pity that the modern day curse of fly-tipping is so much in evidence. Surely it is time to review the whole approach to waste recycling and how we encourage everybody to do their bit?
It must be possible to work out – even for our Council – the revenue from waste licences for small traders against the additional costs of recovering the piles of rubbish dumped by these selfish, idiotic morons around the city.
There has to be a case for abolishing licences, not least because it will be far cheaper than finding a cure for idiocy.
Down In Happy Valley
With the Chinese Grand Prix on hold, practice continued for the Bradford version – see here – with news of a crash which I know readers will be astounded to read about in these parts.
Local time keepers, otherwise know as Police officers were…on the A650 Wakefield Road which is a 40mph limit and it is known locally as a hot spot for speeding.
“…officers clocked a green Lamborghini hire car driving at very high speeds…(and)…witnessed the green Lamborghini immediately collide with a parked up VW Golf with a motorist sitting inside, which in turn hit an unoccupied parked Kia on Wakefield Road at the junction of Elinthorpe.
Somebody tell me how Lamborghinis are so readily available to hire by young lads with the IQ of a pigeon – my apologies to all pigeons – in a city with the road reputation of Bradford? Something does not add up.
{Within hours of this article appearing, comments were barred, another victory for free speech or, more likely, a teenage sub-editor miles away bricking himself as the Trolls woke up.}
The Billion Quid Amstrad
As a Monday morning story, this one had me rubbing my ears. The Met Office are going to spend £1.2bn on a new computer presumably to tell us it is pissing it down.
…predicting the “big picture” of future conditions has got a lot better – Storm Dennis was spotted six days before it arrived. But getting local forecasts right – street by street and hour by hour – is still a massive challenge.
Which will be an enormous comfort I am sure to the thousands of people flooded at the weekend. We can tell you the rain is coming, but we still cannot do jack shit to stop you getting flooded.
Breaking News From The Ministry of Degeneration
We are good at knocking down things in Bradford before we figure out what we might actually replace them with. The city has form here with the Broadway hole especially.
Only a few weeks since the Council Spin Dept told us that, had we had a vacant high quality office building in the city centre available a major employee would not have been lost, news that nobody wants the now empty Jacob’s Well site.
Typically there was no comment from Comical Alex, Head of Degeneration and wearer of especially hard hats to deflect any shit raining down on Hapless Hinchcliffe.
And Finally
A wonderful story concerning my old employer here.
Barclays says it has scrapped a system that tracked the time employees spent at their desks and sent warnings to those spending too long on breaks.
I wonder how it would have coped with time on the mower or arranging junior fielding drills back in the “glory days”.
There was always this ridiculous perception that the more emails you returned – effectively ticked – then you were likely to be a model employee. Anything to avoid making the odd sales call.
It takes me back to the days of working from home and the routine torture of the conference call as some wannabe nobody addressed us as if Winston Churchill. They were some of the best hours sleep I ever had.
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