Planning woes...
We want to put a 2 storey extension on our house.

I won't bore you with the details, but the plans include a downstairs toilet.

The architect informs us that the room must be large enough to have a shower unit. This is due to disability legislation - you don't have to actually install a shower, the room just has to be big enough to accomodate one.

I don't have any disabled people in my family, so WTF?

The argument is that someone may eventually buy the house who is disabled. So why can't they pay for the changes instead of me? Or Social Services?

I'm surprised they don't want me to replace my stairs with a fecking lift.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Tue 31 Jul 2007, 9:36, Reply)

Make your own council
1) Trawl the local schools for the most illiterate, inarticulate exam failures (recent immigrants are good) and put these in your callcentres and customer helplines. That way, callers will experience the pleasure of having to spell out their name letter by letter as if to a retarded child.

2) Farm out such things as waste disposal and cleaning to private companies who care only about their profit and who suck taxes out of the council like a Mexican whore drains the last dregs of your scrote (if you have a scrote).

3) At election time, spend millions sending glossy leaflets of elaborate promises and lies to every single household, even though you haven't given a fuck for years whether they live or die. And repair a tiny stretch of prominent road to make it look like you care.

4) Employ consultants to produce reams of impressive statistics and bullshit PR so that you can look effective while actually doing nothing at all.

5) Plan council policy on the basis of what kickbacks you can get from construction companies. Urban regeneration? Only if there's a fat cheque in it!

6) Establish a system orf bureaucracy so unnecessarily complex that every department contradicts the other and human reality is subsumed by a computer which is always right, even when it sends a council tax bill to a dead cat.

7) Be inclusive! Make a big noise about equal opportunities and see that every council building has a wheelchair ramp and lift, that there are enough dark faces in photographs and that there's a lezza or two working in social services. Then stick all the darkies and cripples in the callcentre and give the top jobs to the white children of the wealthy and connected.

8) When in doubt, stick to the old Communist ways: plant loads of flowers and have a festival to hide the fact that the whole structure of local government is derelict.

9) Increase taxes.

10) Reduce services.
(frankspencer, Tue 31 Jul 2007, 9:12, Reply)

Kirklees Council employees should all hang their head in shame.
...but they'd have to pull them out of their arses first.

Such utter, utter inept twats.
(Felchman, Tue 31 Jul 2007, 0:44, Reply)

An interesting story of david and goliath that someone other than me will actually care about
One time when I lived in a place I shall call [ insert place name here ], for that is what it is called. Me and my partner, Mrs Kenelo Bumfish, had a really tedious grievance with the local council who I practically fund via my council tax and expected special treatment regarding my problem which was more than likely about some form of refuse collection or a car or something.............. I digress.
I phoned someone (on the telephone at my bleeding expense, using my hard earned bleeding cash) and whinged, and astonishingly the 'ignorant phone-monkey' on the other end of the phone didn't give a rats pants about it.
So I done something which I seem to think was cool and stuck it to the man ( read as: reminded them of a by-law that worked to my advantage or gave them the fingers down the phone), which resulted in me getting the problem sorted 'lickedy-split'.
Ha, I am quite obviously fricking top drawer, am I not?
I rattled a few cages that day, I can tell you.

Yeah, first post. ( Am not always a c**t, just fed up reading the same old answers, and had a shite monday)

Apologies for teh lack of length joke :)
(L.T. Smash Humungous fail since, Tue 31 Jul 2007, 0:42, Reply)

They're a bunch of fookin freaks
My bro in law works for the council - they are a bunch of incompetent idiots, truly.

One of the recent hare brained schemes was when they sent all their tenants a calendar (WTF!!!) courtesy of our local city council - then recalled the whole freakin lot because there was a slight printing error....and then reissued them!!!!

The whole scheme cost the saddos like me who pay the council tax and no wonder there's not enough to pay the local bobbies or fill the fre@kin holes in the roads! The only f0k1ng calendar I get is the one that tells me what wheelie bin to put out on what week, only to get a CONDEMNED sticker on it because I could not FORCE enough of my kids in it to squash the waste down enough to shut the f00kin lid!!!!

RARRRGGGHHHH

b@st@rds the lot of them....
( curvylittlegoth heard the voices in your head on, Tue 31 Jul 2007, 0:30, Reply)

When I were a lad
... the local council built a ruddy wall right across the middle of town! Nobody could get in or out. And nobody did anything about it for 40 years, except the President of the USA turned up one day and called himself a doughnut.
(><(((">, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 23:55, Reply)

I'm having a bit of a pop
at the local council and the cunts that live in the next village.

DPPF
( Cosmo Smallpiece Nickers Nackers Knockers, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 23:40, Reply)

council cunts
My dad is elderly now and cant use the bath to good so we applied for a grant to have a shower installed,several MONTHS on we are STILL waiting for the CUNTS to decide if someone who cant use a bath needs a shower put in !!!!!!!!! *fumes*
(shug, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 23:18, Reply)

Council Cunts
I temped for the Prescription Pricing Authority for 8 months. Had a fab time - lovely people, very little work. Still have no idea what they do. Yes, I know they authorise prices of prescriptions, but they were still somewhat obscure on a day-to-day level.
(Pantyliner, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 23:02, Reply)

CuntingCroydonCouncil
A few years ago..
I returned home to find on the doormat a demand for an unpaid parking fine. Hmm a fine for parking in a multi storey car park no less. This had apparently arisen due to the fact that Croydon (you know, Kate Moss, Captain Sensible - all left town and found greatness) had decided to refurbish the inside of the car parks by painting the floors with new black paint and the walls with white etc etc. During which time everyone trying to use the car park had to guess where the bays would normally be situated. A few weeks later the council came back with a can of yellow line paint to mark out the bays. Except in the meantime they'd issued everyone with those speckled copy-of-a-copy standard demand letters for, and I quote, not parking in a marked bay. WTF? Even after two letters on the subject to point out this rather obvious fact and the associated difficulty in guessing where the bays were, they only went as far as halving the demand. Fascist parking bastards, all of 'em.
(DickScratcher, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 22:58, Reply)

Sincerest Apologies
My late Grandfather was Mayor of Cleethorpes so many times he became known as Mr Cleethorpes, not really something to brag about I know but when i was a kid i thought it was like the time i was at junior school (i think i was about 6)and getting picked on for something I told the kid that was doing it to stop otherwise Id get my Grandfather to expell him from school as "he had power to do anything he wanted cuz he was the mayor", never did live that one down but he was a top bloke and everyone got on with him, even though he did look a bit like Prince Philip and had the same view on certain things as him. He always got stuck in with things aswell and would never expect anyone to do what he wouldnt do himself and twelve years on i still think of him fondly apart from this..............

Anyone been to Pleasure Island in the above mentioned seaside "resort"?........you have?
Well You have my deepesr and sincerest apologise my Grandfather was the fucker who had the deciding vote on whether to have it or not. I dont care how kind he was I dont care that he gave the best christmas presents out of anyone i ever knew and each year went out of his way to try and outdo the previous year there is no possible way i can forgive him for this....................The Tinkaboo Sweet Factory ride.

Imagine a more acid/lsd trippy version of Willy Wonkas chocolate factory with day-glo fucking Ewoks on the strongest helium known to man playing songs that would make the Fastfood Rockers look like Grammy award winners.

Im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry but there was no need for that.

Although I did get my first grope of ladyparts in that ride so maybe i should be thanking him.

*edit* just been talking to a mate about this and he even remembers the fucking words to the Tinkaboo song

"We like sweets there nice to eat,
Sherbet sweets and toffees a treat,
Lots of fun for us to eat,
In the Tinakaboo factory"

Length? about ten minutes of pure torturous hell from start to finish.
(Official Sarc, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 22:56, Reply)

Council Contracting...
Worked on a short-term contract for the glorious London Borough of XXX, having been headhunted and promised the earth just to get me onboard.

Due to get paid, and nothing appears in my bank account on payday. Odd Methinks, so I phone the payroll department.

Aparently the right paperwork hasn't been processed, but it's only been 2 weeks since the start of the job, so no big deal - just lump the outstanding pay on the next cheque.

Roll onto the next month - no sign of any pay. Now getting rather short on cash and not a happy bunny seeing my savings being used to prop up my drinking/living. Cue many more phone calls, promises of it all being sorted out and a cheque being drawn especially by the director of finance for me... who happened to mysteriously go on a 3 week holiday (probably using the money they owed me).

It's now 2 days before the next payday, and I'm seriously starting to worry. I've not been out, not drunk anything and there's a rather large bill due any day for the car's service and MOT which I've been trying to put off until all this is sorted.

Payday comes - no payslip, no money deposited. Nothing. I've been checking my online bank account hourly since Midnight and nothing magically arives...
So I calmly walk into the building at around 6am - remove the two switches and patch panels that I had provided for the establishment I was placed in (for which they had not paid for yet either. Un-installed the network management software and collected all the backup tapes (again, all paid for by myself-and not reinbursed for). I placed my keys and swipe card at reception, not forgetting to lock all the servers, (without leaving any passwords) and leave a note for the Director of the Facility to ring me after 10am that day to resolve the situation.

They tried ringing at 7:00, 7:15, 7:30, 8:00, 8:10.etc before I switched my phone back on at 9:58.

The head guy's deputy phoned me at 9:59. (I let the one minute slide just to amuse). Threats were made, mostly revolving me being arrested for theft and vandalism. "Fine" I say - "please telephone for the police, I have all the receipts and invoices for my property, as well as a signed contract that says you'll pay me £x amount to slog my guts out - which you people have failed to do. Now please have the director phone me urgently"

Turns out the Director had absolutely no clue what was going on, nor had he got any memos or notes about my pay situation. His ever reliable deputy had intercepted it all and not *bothered* to authorise any of my payments with the payroll department. Because, as it turns out "I just didn't get around to it".
.
.
Lamest cnut-like excuse I've ever heard - and one of the reasons I stopped working for local government - it's staffed and run by people who wouldn't last 10 seconds in the 'real world'

Still - it took them all of 30 seconds to authorise a cheque from another local budget and 2 months later, a written apology from the Chief Executive and damages for costs incurred.
( HSDriver was probably still at work on, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 22:56, Reply)

I worked for the bastards
When I was temping a few years ago (a bit infra-dig as I've got two degrees and a couple of papers to my name), I ended up working for Croydon Council. I was told that this would be right up my street and could even lead to a proper job in the mid-20ks.

My girlfriend (now fiancée) was working in Slovakia at the time. I told her that she could hand in her notice and come home. Things were looking up.

This was all somewhat premature. The job was for four weeks only, as it turned out - and consisted of wandering about a crappy estate looking for broken paving slabs. I had to tell her that she couldn't come home just yet. Plus, my boss was a monumental cow who had two bullying and harassment cases ongoing against her. After two weeks she told my temping agency that I wasn't to come back after two weeks. She didn't even tell me straight to my face.

Bitch.
( Parmesan Quality b4 Quantity, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 22:50, Reply)

Bath Council
My housemate used to park across from our house.
One day, our neighbour knocked on our door, and pointed out the car had gone.
She called the police, who after a bit of digging found out it had been towed.
Er, why?, asks my mate.
It was parked on double yellow lines, says the officer.
There aren't any there, she says.
Yes there are, they say.
So she goes to check, and sure enough there are lines, freshly painted.
The bastards had removed her car to paint lines and towed her car for being parked on lines that weren't painted.
She took them to court and won.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 22:29, Reply)

Re: Coobeastie below
I am also another person forced to live under the crap regime of Stafford Borough Council. The road problem discussed be Coobeastie is ridiculous, the detour takes you probably about a 30 mile detour when there is a perfectly feasable country lane diversion which is only about 3 miles longer. It's pathetic. It would seem that council's only objective in life is to play havoc with the people living within its areas. Probably cos they are all monkey fuckers or something, I bet it's a stipulation on the job interview.
(Dovvit bee, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 21:01, Reply)

Runnymede Borough Cunt-cil
Living as I do in Surrey, I'm right in the middle of the bleeding stock broker belt. This means that despite earning a modest amount as a Library Assistant, I'm stung with a large council tax bill to cover the rich cunts and their mansions.

A couple of years ago I was unemployed for a couple of months. I had a few grand saved up, so didn't sign on immediately, signed up to many agencies, etc, and tried to get work, but do no avail. So, I signed on, and at the same time was given a form to apply for housing benefit with the local Borough Council. So, having filled in the byzantine paperwork, I decided to take it to the council offices personally, so that I didn't run the risk of Royal Mail losing it. I took along all the necessary paperwork and caught the train to Addlestone (a small hole in the middle of nowhere, the only thing it has going for it being a large Tesco). I found the offices, found the right desk, took a ticket and waited.

"Hello", I said to the amiable old biddy behind the counter. "I'd like to register for Housing Benefit. I've bought the forms from the Job Centre and all of the relevant paperwork"

"Oh good," replies the old dear. "And do you have the other form?"

"What other form?" I ask.

"The Council's own Housing Benefit form".

So, I was given another form to go away and fill in. It was only when I got home that I opened the form and found that it was EXACTLY the same form as I had alreafy filled in. It just had the Runnymede Borough Council crest stamped on the front. I filled it in, took it back the following day, then went back to looking for work and hoping for a job soon and for my rent to be covered.

However, the Job Centre, as usual, dragged their feet over sorting out my claim. When I had to go on Jury Service a few weeks later, because they'd not sorted my claim, I had to sign off and was not able to claim any covering money back from the Crown Prosecution Service, aside from my travel costs.

Cut forward a few months, and I have JSA, Housing Benefit and Council Tax Benefit. I then get a threatening letter from the council to say that because I had "earned £55 one week in November", I had to pay back money to them for being a benefit cheat.

What the stupid cunts failed to noticed was that the money I'd "earned" was in fact my own money being paid back to me because I'd had to spend it on travel to be able to do my civic duty in fulfilling Jury Service.

Cunts.
(Iris_Wildthyme is three sheets to the wind, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 20:48, Reply)

It's bloody awful....
I work in local government, and I hate it!

Whoever mentioned not showing initiative was right! any sort of initiative or the ability to 'think outside the box' will get you nowhere!

Christ if councils were a business they wouldn't last a week! if the government should privatize anything it should be councils! lets see anyone try to run one efficiently!

They are all stuck in the 1970s with their collective heads up their arses!

If someone wants a job where they can move on up the ranks, showing initiative and self motivational skills, where all your hard work will be rewarded then look elsewhere!

And don't get me started on the bullying, a close friend of mine nearly topped herself due to it earlier this year....

The 'c' in cnuts stands for councils!

So why am I still there I hear you all ask? well I've got fcuk all self confidence cos it's all been beaten out of me....if I wasn't clinically obese and up to my eyes on anti-depressants I would fcuk off out of there.....it's a vicious circle.........
(Dr Mandingo isn't particularly bothered...., Mon 30 Jul 2007, 19:11, Reply)

my brillant idea!!
seeing as apparently all people who work with council tax are innumerate spaktards why cant we pay our council rates by pay pal?

Every council should have a address like '[email protected]' then you should be able to register an email account with your address. that way you can set up a pay pal and the council knows its you.

click I like this if you never want to speak to another GCSE drop out who takes 45 mins to answer a phone and dosent even know what planter he/she is on let alone what's the right department for your problem.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 18:12, Reply)

Stafford Borough Council
If you don't know anything about Stafford, you'll need a bit of background to this.

Its a small town with 5 major roads going in an out, no bypass (except for the M6), and has the most traffic lights per square mile of anywhere on the face of the earth.

This year the council decided to allow 14 new houses to be built on an old school playing field. To connect the services to these houses they'd allowed the closing of one of the major roads. For 12 weeks.

Despite there being an alternative route through one of the housing estates, the signed detour in 26 miles long, and goes via Newport, Shropshire.
The Police have been stopping people using the short-cut, and turning them back.

Now, to coincide with this, the council staged an open air play at the castle. Would you like to guess where this is? Correct, right next to the closed road.

All this was started 2 days before the rainy season hit us. So just after the road was closed (but actually 3 weeks before any digging was started), two of the other main route had to be closed due to flooding.

Would they re-open the road and postpone the work? Of course not.

When asked by the local rag about what was going on, the "Traffic Planning and Management Officer" (who, incidentally, does not possess a driving license) stated that there was no traffic problem, and refused to apologise for anything.

Oh, and the hole that their digging is only 12 x 6.
(coobeastie Used to Be in Evil Gazebo, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 17:32, Reply)

Across the pond...
..our village council's most outspoken member happens to be rather close to me, as a few years ago I escaped her uterine prison! She challenges everything they say and usually votes against the majority, what since they all make horrible decisions, but it's possible now they simply disagree with her in spite. Her two best friends are our neighboring township's trustees, and she used to have parties every other day with the entirety of our public servants (cops, firemen, service department.. all in my backyard until the odd hours of the morning). Finding your town's finest having passed out about the basement sends quite a message to the youngins...

Post corrupting the village and township employees, her next mission? Mayor in November, 2007! Huzzah! The entire town will be turned into a giant party, all b3tans invited!
(afkun, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 17:13, Reply)

Not a council specifically
But government law in general. We give way to the right in Poland when driving. "And?" I hear you mutter, as you wiggling the fingers of your writing hand to remind yourself which way right is. We also drive on the right. Haha, how charming. This means that if there AREN'T markings stating otherwise, you have to stop and let out all the little cars from emerging side roads. Now lets say that this is the Airport Road out of Warsaw (something like the M4 in London, but with less flyovers) and, like all councils, they've skimped a bit. Especially on white paint. So that every potato farmer who's imported a 20-year old BMW from Germany can now tear straight out of his council flat block onto a triple lane dual-carriageway whenever the fuck he likes, because there isn't a stripey white line on the tarmac telling him not to. So when you plough into him at 90kmh it's YOUR fault.

See also, every roundabout in the country, where you have to slam on your brakes half-way round because someone else has pulled out in front of you WITH THE FULL SUPPORT OF THE LAW.

Poland, unsurprisingly, has the highest road-deaths-per-capita in Europe.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 16:28, Reply)

A certain East London council...
Always seem to do whatever my partner asks them but never seem to acknowledge her letters. For example the zebra crossing outside the school was her idea. She wrote the letter and within a couple of months the council bought along some white paint and a Zebra crossing appeared. The overgrown hedge outside the Post office suddenly got clipped a couple of weeks after she wrote to our lovely council about it. And the teenagers don’t congregate outside the telephone boxes anymore….
However recently, she’s been getting very annoyed about “the “bl**dy stupid traffic island in the middle of the main road that suddenly appeared and has caused 3 accidents in the past 3 months”
In the councils’ defense, the island now makes it really easier to cross the busy road to the pub opposite. Previously patrons had to come out of our road and walk 100M to the zebra crossing (another one that’s always been there) and then double back ( yes another 100M) to get to the pub. The island now means a brisk 10 Meters road crossing takes just as long as it should, it’s safer for pedestrians and it means you can get to the pub quicker from our road…….well that’s what I wrote in the letter to the council when suggesting this marvelous idea!


Can’t remember mentioning it to the missus which is probably why I sort of shrink under the table whenever I hear about another car perched up 3 ft higher in the air than it should be.

length...? well it does get me home quicker after last orders.
(John Elton, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 16:28, Reply)

This one happened today...
As I mentioned before, I work for a council in London. Now, our office is a little messy, not helped by the fact that part of our ceiling fell in last week, so we decided to have a little tidy-up. We had orange recycling bags for paper, but we needed black bags for everything else. A colleague went round to facilities to get some.

She came back. She was told we couldn't have any black bags, we had to buy our own. We also can't use the orange recycling bags, because 'only residents can use them'! WTF?

And of course, until very recently, the cleaners at work would 'clean' our office by throwing the rubbish from our personal bins (including apple cores/banana skins/teabags/empty cola cans etc) into the paper recycling bin...
(hit me with your jesus stick, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 16:14, Reply)

"Licensing Department"
I have to deal with the licensing department of the local council fairly regularly, as I did something bad in a past life and now drive a taxi part time.

The licensing people shared an office with the housing people, but now thats be sold off to a private company. So the office has been closed.
Now, to see them, i have to make an appointment, instead of just dropping in when i had the chance. Three weeks ago i tried to make an appointment. I finally get to see them on Friday.

At least I won't have to wait in the same room as a load of council-estate fucktards who can't remember how to spell their own names, and have to ring their friends to find out what their own address is (yes, it has happened).

Also, it costs me 120 quid a year for a medical certificate, issued by the council, to the council, which i'm NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE A COPY OF! So when I applied for my PCV & HGV licenses I had to pay for another medical.

Two days before the last license renewal date they sent letters out saying that they were no longer sending letters out reminding us about renewals, as it was costing too much money. Then they put the fees up by a tenner.

On July 3rd this year they finally got around to telling us exactly what no smoking signs had to be put in the cars. I got 4 copies of that letter.
(coobeastie Used to Be in Evil Gazebo, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 16:00, Reply)

Edinburgh Council again I'm afraid....
£750M. That's a hell of a lot of money on a tram system that only has 2 lines, and won't serve the vast majority of the population, isn't it?

The tram lines will, in the main, be built on existing roads, so will compete for space with existing bus traffic. The first phase will cost in excess of £60M - and that's just to move the pipes and cabling out of the way of the tram lines.

For £750M, we could buy a hell of a lot more buses, and reduce the fares to encourage people to get out of their cars and use them. Buses are more flexible, and can be diverted onto other routes if the need arises.

Or am I the only one to have thought of this?
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Mon 30 Jul 2007, 15:58, Reply)

lovely councils, stupid braying residents
Our local councils have provided us with enormous recycling facilities, including ones for plastic and ones for all the charities, to make up for their pitiful fortnightly collections. Isn't that kind of them, helping us help the environment. Three cheers everyone.

However because it's quite a wealthy area (you can't step outside without having to pay some local landowner rent for the privilege), everyone treks down to the recycling in huge 4x4s full of empty champagne bottles and old cans of caviar etc etc but then LEAVE THE ENGINE RUNNING while they make a big show of helping the environment and disposing of their recycling! WTF?!

This isn't really a council rant at all, sorry, but it really annoys me, so there.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 15:55, Reply)

Pubs
I own a pub. This may sound like an ideal job to some, infact I'm sat down with a pint of cooking lager, pissing about on the web now, whilst I'm pretending to work. So far, so good. But some killjoy arseholes decided that banning smoking was a good idea.
However, to build a smoking area you have to deal with the council planning department. They said I couldn't build a smoking area outside and suggested that I just allow people to smoke out the front on the street. All well and good except the same council has made drinking on the street an offence, they are campaigning against groups of people blocking up pavements, they wont allow me to put a smoking bin outside and have reminded us publicans that if excessive fag waste is found outside our pubs we risk some form of reprimand. What in the name of Jesus cunting Christ am I supposed to do. And after all of this they hike my council tax up.
I know this story is not funny, but hey, they are all a bunch of cunts
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 15:36, Reply)

Sefton MBC first against the wall when the revolution comes.
I once lived in the once nice town of Southport.
Everyone says its really nice, well nice to visit, try living there.

Southport comes under the control of Sefton. The local council do seem to be a corrupt and incompetant bunch, bent on destroying the town. Like most councils really.

One crime involved getting in pay and display parking meters, the rumour is one of the councillors bought a loud of meters as a job lot, then sold them to the council, just as they brought in Pay and Display.

Other crimes...
Lets see, sell the entertainment complex to a private business, allow the funfair to be closed and then huge chunks of it sent to blackpool, now its full of dodgy pikeys.

Building a monumental garden for Princess Diana out of cheap stone, that chips if you sneeze on it. (to be fair the skaters and BMXers wrecked it, but why build it so cheap!? and why build it any way?)

Allow any useful or any building leasure related to be sold off and made into flats...
Flats flats, 90% of southport is flats. No wonder Blackpool (our ahem rivals) is bum raping southport.

And most of these flats are luxury flats...you get the feeling that the council are in the pocket of the owners/developers etc.

Not to mention letting Tesco build yet another store. Threes not enough?
Of course tesco really don't bully councils into forcing them to build whatever they like, do they?

One last crime of many: The bad, unprofessional and childish treatment of a local online news forum, by Southport Council.
Ever notice how often local papers are pro council, because they are in the pay of the local council.



Aaaaargh!!!!!!!!!! Spleen vented.

I am really glad I left.

Balls to length, so sue me !!
(middenface Toss my salad, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 15:31, Reply)

the bendy bus thing that's starting here in swansea
what's the fucking point of this stupid bendy bus system coming down here in swansea? the council (and first cymru for that matter) are a bunch of fucking idiots. why the fuck start building the one-way system before christmas when it obviously gonna be busy. just get some new double deckers here for fuck sake, they're much better.

dunno if you noticed but i think that first cymru are a bunch of cunts, here are two stories...

1. the other day i went on the bus and i asked for a single ticket to my street, in which the buses themselves go up every 15 minutes from about 8.00am to 6.00pm (when it actually runs on time), and the moron said 'Where is *insert my street name*?' i wanted to scream to him the fact that he's been driving up and down the road all fucking day and he has no idea where my road is. i mean for fuck sake, the bus depot where they keep the buses is in the same area as me wtf!?!

2. it took them from october to febuary to put up a bus shelter across the road from my house during some bad weather we had in that time, but yet were able to re-paint the other one the same along the route. pretty stupid of them when there are quite a few old people around here and it's not nice seeing them standing in the pissing rain waiting for a bus.

you'd think i wouldn't bother travelling with them but i have no choice as i haven't the time (nor the patience) to learn to drive, now it you'll excuse me i think i need to take a chill pill.

*insert a crude penis reference here*
(Claude Speed was a Roman called Claudius Speedicus, Mon 30 Jul 2007, 14:54, Reply)

In defence of Edinburgh Council
OK, so I've already had a couple of swipes at these jokers, but to be fair to them, they're not too bad at recycling (apart from sending collection vans on a weekly basis around streets that haven't been issued with recycling boxes yet).

However I digress.

We have a wheelie bin for normal rubbish.

We have a brown wheelie bin for garden rubbish.

We have a blue box for glass and cans.

We have a blue bag for paper.

We have a red box for cardboard.

We can buy subsidised compost bins.

We recycle as much as we can, including plastics, which we recycle separately. For a family of 4, our bins is never more than half full.

Meanwhile, the old couple next door have their bin chocked full of all manner of crap. Every single week - and I know 'cos I put the cocking thing out for them.

Bring in Chip and Bin, and give recyclers a rebate on our council tax. About time we got some money back from the thieving bassas!
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Mon 30 Jul 2007, 14:45, Reply)