Category Archives: unclassified

729 new houses in Slade Lane have just got planning permission. A new service station, all the stuff to go with a development of that size.. roads.. whatever. Originally this was on condition of 25% affordable homes being built. Now, somehow, that’s not the case, and the planning has been approved by our beloved councilContinue reading “It’s Not What You Know….”

Ok, imagine. You apply for a job. Interview goes well. You’re negotiating some start dates and boom, the employer asks if you’re double vaxxed. This happened to me recently. I replied that I wasn’t. His staff were worried about me working with them, as they had all been double jabbed. I declined the job, becauseContinue reading “Ice Cream… Lolly Pops…”

Yeh yeh ok.. AOC’s dress. We’ve all seen it now. In law enforcement, they call that a clue. The comments have been interesting, as always at these times of dressed up revolution that isn’t revolution. Tax the rich. Sounds good. And yes, we should. But why don’t we? Could her dress have said something like,Continue reading “In a World of Kardashians, be a Kardashian…”

There are signs up all over Pembroke, telling readers about the regeneration programme in the town. Building works loom over the Royal George like an ogre after one too many, and there’s a general buzz of new – so far empty – retail units, a new holiday village in the old Gateway building and queuesContinue reading “Monopoly”

Three Tenby restaurants have had to close due to staff shortages, the Western Telegraph reports today. Shall we do a little bit of analysis? A few predictable comments have instantly said Brexit, so let’s put that one to bed immediately. Employers getting away with paying under minimum wage to European workers doesn’t mean your economyContinue reading “Mutiny in the County”

There’s not much that’s more entertaining than to cast your eye over Facebook each morning and come across the latest spate of drama that’s kicking off between local councillors and their followers. Pretty much every day, you can guarantee that somewhere on your newsfeed there will be one side or another posting opaque, and sometimesContinue reading “The Walls Have Ears…”

A little over a week ago (blimey, was it only a week?!) I was standing in the belting sun outside Birstall library, acting as the teller for the Workers Party. I loitered around like Billy No Mates from just after 7am, awkwardly asking people for their voter numbers as they left the building after votingContinue reading “Bagley and Spend”

A cold evening on a housing estate in the Batley constituency. George Galloway approaches a lady who is standing in her front garden, arms folded, defensive, and he starts talking to her about her cat. He’s fearless, I think to myself. It’s clear she’s not keen on him, or keen to talk. She’s been attractedContinue reading “Batley and Spin”

Couple of bees in my bonnet fam. There’s a post on facebook with a thread a mile long, discussing what recycling item goes in each bag or box. I’ve been watching with interest. Last week, a local councillor was advertising that he had a brand new set of PCC recycling bins, for the princely sumContinue reading “Priorities”

What is it that makes most people slaver at the thought of owning their own bit of land and living simply from it? When put like that, it’s obvious. It sounds ever so wholesome. The old school peasantry and the serfs of old would tell you, if they could, how hard it was, back inContinue reading “Barking Up the Wrong Tree”