Showing posts with label holy bread. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holy bread. Show all posts

Friday, December 05, 2008

100 Holes In Lancaster Gardens, Birchingtonshire

Holy holes! Here's one for Kent Highways! Following an alert from the excellent FixMyStreet website, where ordinary, council tax paying mugs like you and me can report problems to our local and county councils, I see a Mr Gavin Coles has just grumbled about well over 100 'repaired' pot holes in Lancaster Gardens on the seedy north side of the island. Mr Holes continues:

The council is constantly coming back to refill these 'repairs'. It is about time that they did the decent thing by skimming and resurfacing the entire street. Either that or they should learn how to properly repair a pothole.

Too right Mr Moles! They've probably used enough tarmac to fill the Albert Hall by now!

Click here to look into Birchington's holes on FixMyStreet

Friday, March 14, 2008

Hello, Hello, I'm Back Again

Although having been accused of Glitterite tendencies in the past by less savoury elements of the Thanet blogging community, maybe I should rethink that headline.

So, you may well be asking questions like: 'What about Club ECR?', 'Why isn't he festering in jail?' and 'How did those big holes get in my Warburtons Seeded Batch Loaf?' Er, well, maybe not the last one.

The truth is, dear reader, that after a long, dark night of the soul (courtesy of P&O Cruises) I have become a convert to the Church of Responsible Blogging. Yes, I know it sounds like a one way ticket to Dullsville, but there you have it. There will be no more mocking, negativity, or, indeed, gloating on this blog. Sordid comments about pillars of our local community will be deleted. End of. And if any pillars do find themselves objecting to what I write, they can do what other sensible people have done in the past and rectify the situation via the comments facility, or by emailing me. The address is at the top of the page. If you don't want your email mentioned on this blog, just mark it NOT FOR PUBLICATION.

Not that I have received any such communication recently, or found rozzers from Her Majesty's Metropolitan Police knocking on my door having followed a trail of, um, Warburtons breadcrumbs. No. What you see before you is a chastened, wiser, and hopefully more Christian millionaire celebrity. Amen to that.

PS: Just to prove I've changed, I've even got rid of those pointless exclamation marks!

Click here for a long, hard stare at my other organ The Isle of Thanet Gazunder