I GET a lovely leaflet from those lovely people who opposed the Port Meadow development. You can email them at firstname.lastname@example.org, although I’m not sure if the lasses and lads are aware that Google on gmail monitors every email in and out.
There are some fab quotes on the leaflet. Colin Cook, a Labour councillor, describes the whole thing as “a storm in a teacup”. City council leader Bob Price says: “It is difficult to see precisely what is getting people so exercised.” Planning minister Nick Boles, MP, says: “A disgrace… one of the worst designs I’ve seen in the last 10 years.”
Now there is damage that needs to be undone, although some damage in our opinion at Volesoft is terminal. Although by nature of a leftish stance, we will never vote for our councillor Colin Cook ever again, despite his lovely cycle clips. We are even considering not voting for lovely Susanna Pressel, even though she is slightly leftish too. We at Volesoft think the Labour controlled Oxford City Council needs some Ex-Lax… ♦
Day Two: The truck traverses Mill Street and is now at the bottom of my garden. While the apple tree will cover the Wall when it is built, to some extent, I need some advice on fast growing beautiful plants to shield the monstrosity once it’s erected. ♣
Wilkommen! And hello to Meindl, delivering the first of nine pre-fabbed bits that will eventually form a Wall at the back of Mill Street. The Wall – which will be a corridor really – will be stuffed with unfortunate students who will feel the vibrations of high speed freight trains all day and all of the night.
What’s worse for the poor scraps, is they’ll have to be neighbours with the bohemian lot who live on the east side of Mill Street.
We apologise for the three white vans from the Immigration Enforcement division of the Home Office which completely ignored the message Jason Thacker of Exel distributed down our street the other week. We dunno what they were after. You can see one of the vans blocking the path of the truck on the far left of the photo.
We also apologise that as yet we haven’t prepared the dishes we hoped to provide – along with lashings of good Austrian beer. ♥
Ahead of the Austrians coming to Mill Street - next week – the scaffolding is going up. If there is a god at the bottom of the gardens between numbers 19 to 41 it has to be Jason Thacker.
To look on the bright side, once the Wall has been built, we won’t be able to take a snap of the extremely ugly Said ziggurat.
Oh, by the way, the blackbird is still nesting happily in the tuti puti shed halfway down Nathistan. ♦
It’s 1978 – the first time I travel to India. I’m lucky enough to have visited the Sri Krishna temple in Dakor at the time of a major festival.
You have to pay a toll to get into the place, then you buy food to offer as prasad to Krishna. The temple guys attempt to squirrel away the prasad but my lovely guide says here, give it back. The racket being that the box of prasad is then re-sold outside the temple grounds.
Dakor is quite a delightful place, with a large tank full of turtles, a scale with a mountain of nose rings on one side, that was weighed against some fat tyrant or other, and a Lakshmi shrine where you can peek into her bedroom. ♥
There are quite a lot of people aged over 40 live here in Oxford Town. So when Oxford City Council delivered its schedule of wheelie bin pick ups, I did a straw poll.
100% of the people I surveyed could neither (a) read the small print on the wheelie bin instructions and (b) understand what Oxford City Council was on about.
Perhaps the Council could hire professionals who could (a) string a sentence together and (b) realise that if print is too small, no one over the age of 40 could possibly read it without an electron microscope. Oh, and BTW, Oxford City Council, not everyone who lives here is on the world wide wibble. ♣
Pictured here is the ruddy Police and Crime Commissar, Anthony Stansfeld, presiding over the Thames Valley police.
He kindly sent us a leaflet that came along with our Oxford council tax bill – everything has gone up by two percent – no kidding.
But on the same leaflet is a little graphic which perhaps isn’t exact;y what the commissar meant to say. ♦