“I think you will see first hand that there’s a massive use for food banks in this country but generation after generation who cannot cook properly, they can’t cook a meal from scratch.” Lee Anderson, MP.
Can anyone tell me what the bloke said that was wrong or offensive?
Meanwhile, a Yorkshire Post article last weekend was headed – sorry – Calling men ‘bald’ is sex harassment, Yorkshire tribunal rules.
This is very bad news because I know numerous bald people and would never wish to sexually harass any of them. You might also find the picture somewhat ironic given the picture of the journalist.
The judgement was partly based on the following…”baldness is much more prevalent in men than women. We find it to be inherently related to sex.”
Whatever do they mean?
Free Gym Sessions
Another YP article led with this. More people who are obese and inactive should be prescribed exercise classes at local leisure centres. How is that going to work and why should fatties get a free gym membership to spend more money on junk food?
I get the serious point that prevention is better – and cheaper – than cure, but just like the food bank issue, we appear to have lost the ability to look after ourselves without the Nanny State guiding us by the hand.
Besides, if they liked the gym so much in the first place…just saying!
Down At The Asylum
There is still no start date for work to demolish one of Bradford city centre’s biggest car parks. The NCP multi-storey car park on Hall Ings is due to be flattened as part of plans to create a new entrance to Bradford Interchange. So reported the T&A this week.
How do you square spending £4.15m to buy something – the carpark – before you spend even more – £13m – to knock it down? How do you square the biggest development in recent history – Bradford Live – opening with punters having nowhere to park?
As I pointed out last week with One City White Elephant, the cost projections above were all made several years ago so have absolutely no relevance in 2022 and going forwards.
Only a first-class idiot would contend they did.
In For A Penny…
Speaking of fat bald people, I’ve spent another few days driving for the local dental tycoon so he can buy the latest set of Pings and garish trousers to go with them.
I drove past the Bradford Headquarters of Morrisons the other morning with an enormous queue of traffic waiting to either enter the site or pass on by. That the traffic had ground to a halt was because there is no room for a filter lane for queueing Morrisons traffic.
This is because the road has been squeezed by the dreaded cycle lane. I saw one cyclist; trust me this is not catching on anytime soon.
Tales From The Allotment
I have to say the idea of sharing an allotment, put to me several months ago, sounded wonderful. Days of sitting back in a chair watching the crops grow? Apparently, not so.
This week Gangmaster Greenfingers had myself and The Wizard wrestling old carpet entwined into the ground so he could build a new catwalk, sorry pathway.
We pulled huge lengths of insect-infested carpet from the ground, caking ourselves in dirt, The Wizard at the point of throwing up after far too many the previous night.
Several times I had to hose myself clean although this was no contender for the next Diet Coke ad. Numerous barrow loads of yet more free tree bark and the allotments are beginning to look like the yellow brick road.
On cue, just as we had finished, Gregarious George arrived to water the swamp.
Modern Britain
The equivalent of two girls going at it in the playground is being played out this week in the High Court between two nobodies who just happened to marry two footballers.
Now it is their choice if they want to spend millions over what can best be described as a spat. But tell me why it deserves peak-time news coverage?
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