21 April (Part 1) - Catching up with the recent past
I thought it was about time I reviewed the unfiled messages that had arrived via the Contact form
and despite them running well into double figures there was unfortunately little
of substance there. I think I will ignore the one that asked what a particular
word meant, there is a good explanation in every dictionary ever published.
I was also reminded that some people plead for help with
“a battle with an evil
Council”; you ask for more details and hear no more. There is also the
occasional dilemma. Should I file messages from the Labour candidate in Crayford
under Councillors or among the 1,000 plus names of Bexley residents? I went for
the former which will probably bring him bad luck.
There was one about Bexley Council not paying their bills promptly but that was
covered not long ago and several from people who know my email address but had
chosen to use the Contact form instead.
Which reduces me to just one message which if nothing else proves that Bexley Council’s
current slogan is the epitome of arrogance. The previous one of ‘Listening to you’
was such a blatant lie that it was abandoned four years ago except for
unexplained reasons on the Council’s webcast page. The replacement
‘Trusted by Bexley residents’ is dubious to say the very least and
crowned by the arrogance born of too big a majority.
The author explains his view in a few short words and went to the trouble of
photographing the rubbish message on the rubbish bin.
There's only three Bexley Councillors I would really trust. There's a handful
who might approach the threshold demanded but I'm pretty sure that if the chips
were down they would back their party's line before honesty and integrity.
A sad state of affairs.
From the News Shopper and Daily Telegraph this week come related litter stories.
The
former relates how Councils are milking the rules in order to maximise their income and the BBC managed to produce
a whole programme about malpractice in Bexley.
If you can spare the cash, wander along the Broadway, attract the attention of
the litter police and allow a fiver to fall out of your pocket.