Possible cut ignored

July 22, 2011

With major cuts to public services it is natural to think that politicians would be keen to make cuts in areas that have little impact on the public. Naturally one of those areas being considered was Area Committees.

Currently the City Council has divided the city up into 8 areas plus the city centre. In each of these 8 areas there is an Area Committee made up of Local Councillors and elected community representatives. They meet every 2 months to hear reports from Council Officers about services in their area, to agree how to spend their allocation of money of approximately £30,000 and to be consulted on how services are provided locally. For example the Parks Section last year outlined 3 possible colour schemes that could be used in each area for flower planters e.g. on lamp posts. In otherwords less than crucial matters.

They are supposed to provide a way for the city council to talk to and get the views of local residents. Unsurprisingly only a small handful of residents actually attend these.

So naturally council officers suggested making savings by cutting Area Committees. Councillor Jon Collins has said clearly that Area Committees will not be cut.

It would be nice to think this was because he really cared about resident involvement. But all the rumours are that Area Committees were really set up as a sop to councillors who have no real power city wide. And Collins does not want to risk alienating these councillors by cutting the Area Committees and exposing the lack of power so many Councillors actually have.


Taxpayers money wasted?

June 22, 2010

I just read a readers comment on the Nottingham Post’s website.

“Did you know the Council have employed men to stand at the pelican crossing with two batons outside Boots on Parliament Street which read “Danger, buses”.”

Does anyone know if this is true?

The link below takes you to the original comment.


Nottingham City Homes inefficiency?

February 16, 2009

Below are extracts from a letter in Nottingham Evening Post.

“I noticed last Tuesday a Nottingham City Homes worker taking a new gas fire into a property to be fitted. After fitting, the old unit was left outside the property on the lawn, for all to see. On Friday I contacted the Aspley housing office to let them know.

I was told this is a common thing and that the old units are collected by another van due to the fitter not having any room on their van for the old unit (it’s the same size). How much money is this costing the council for two people to do one job? Then I was told it can take up to two weeks to collect!”

To read the original letter follow the link below.


Dads Hate Goose Fair

October 13, 2008

Another Nottingham blogger has written about how dads hate Goose Fair.

“Dads, on the whole, hate Goose Fair. Now they’ve grown up, they fail to see the point of Goosey, seeing as they only used to go when they were teenagers to try and pull. They hate having to go there, they hate having to go on rides, they hate having to spend money, they hate having to try and win stuff to stop their kids from mardying, and they hate it when their kids vomit down the back of their necks on the way home after eating one of them sugary cat’s heads.”

He then goes on to write about his own dad. Although I am sure many mums will have felt the same way.

“My Dad was no exception. The minute the wagons started piling into the Forest, he’d get the right arse. “I tode yer last year, I’m not tekkin’ yer ever again. It’s a bleddy con. Goo wi’ yer fookin’ Mam” he’d point out. “Ah, pleeeeeeeese Dad, tek us! Tek us tek us TEK US!” We’d reason, in the sophisticated and articulate manner that is beloved amongst Nottingham households.

Then me Mam and Dad would have a massive row, and me Dad would walk around for the next few days with a face like a smacked arse. It was on. He was taking us…

“You’re not going on that, it’s two fookin’ quid”

“You don’t even like fookin’ coconut”

“We haven’t got any room in the fookin’ aase for a fookin’ godefish, so shut yer fookin’ pan”

“Yer not havin’ a fookin’ tuffeh apple, it’ll have maggits in it and you’ll get worms”

“Yer not havin’ a blune, you’ll only fookin’ lose it and start roaring”

“Right, we’re fookin’ gooin’. I want a fookin’ pint”

As we pile into the car, and wait another half hour to get out the Park and Ride while me Dad self-immolated in pint-denied rage, he suddenly turned round and says; “Right, that’s the last fookin’ time I ever tek yer to Goose Fair. You’re ode enough to goo on yer fookin’ own”

I was eight. And me sister was six.”

To read the full posting follow the link below.


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