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On Potholes The Beatles once said there were four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire. There's a darned sight more now that councils have stopped bothering to fill them in. I mean, what do they do with all their money? How difficult can it be to shovel some tarmac into a hole in the road? If they can't do it, then let one of these social enter-whatnots do it instead. Or maybe someone from the Big Society, which must be some kind of bank that does useful things for residents when the council throws up its hands saying it can't do sod-all anymore ‘cos the Government has cut its annual biscuit allowance. The fact is, if a council can't even fill a hole in the road, which is their most basic job, say like me being able to drive a van or roll a Rizla with one hand, then frankly, what use is it to anyone? Emptying bins, filling holes in the road – that's the council's job. That's its bleeding raisin d'ettre. It's no use the council saying it's spent all its dosh on so-called ‘vulnerable adults', whoever they are, or blown it on taking every problem kid with a drug-addict mum into care to avoid another Baby P-type roasting. That's not my problem. I pay my taxes to get the bins emptied, the streets cleaned and the potholes filled, and if the council can't do any of those, then I'll take my money elsewhere and pay someone else to do the job…

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WHITEHALL

White Van Man

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