York (not the world) is going mad!
I haven’t been online much this week but tonight when I logged on to the interweb to catch up on the world I couldn’t believe some of the stuff that’s been going on in York - most of it beyond belief!
In no particular order of unbelievability I will start by mentioning the story in The Press that claims that many City of York Council workers are facing compulsory pay cuts. Now, if true, this begs a few questions - 1) Who will take the pay cuts? Those who graft or those who shuffle papers in their role as managers? - and 2) Why do they need to make pay cuts when they have £10 million coming in from the proceeds of their conspiracy with Joseph Rowntree Foundation to destroy Osbaldwick’s meadows?
I also discovered today that the residents of Peckitt Street are, quite understandably, pissed off with smackheads loitering outside their houses and being abusive when they attend some silly drug “support” centre at my old doctors surgery. Apart from the fact that these projects are about as useful to society as Paul Blanchard and his terrorist friends, it seems that their concerns are being taken into account because the centre is being moved to, surprise surprise, Walmgate! Proof, if it were needed, that CoYC is determined to rekindle Walmgate’s old image of being a slum. We already have YACRO, street drinking, feral youths, drug dealing in the streets and the oxygen thief who lives in my block of flats, so why not bring the smackheads here too? All that’s needed to complete the ensemble of sub-human life is a needle exchange at Brian Fletcher’s Post Office and Walmgate is the perfect compliment to the new doss house they can’t seem to build properly on Fishergate.
Thirdly, I had to physically contain the laughter when I read about York’s most customer unfriendly shopkeeper on Monkton Road. He might well be a complete bastard but I bet he doesn’t suffer as much theft and abuse as all the other shopkeepers in York’s estates who are plagued by youths and White Lightning connoisseurs as they try and make a living.
So, in reality, not a lot has happened this week in the great scheme of things, but what has gone on in smalltown York is well worth considering as it shows how little regard the council has for residents of the city. At least the shopkeeper is honest about maltreating his customers!
Oh and what’s this about the York Press being up for some journalism awards? There’s still eleven days to go until April Fools Day!
See you soon…