The councils around the country are strapped for cash, supposedly. I added this last word because the approach of many, including my local one, is apparently "to maintain essential services" while trying to sort out their priorities - but mine cannot be that hard up because it wastes money. The last of the snow and ice is disappearing, and by tomorrow I hope to have seen the last of it. The recent spell of awful weather has seen a complete refusal of the council to grit my road. Not once has any cunt scattered anything useful about the place. And yet - there was money available for erecting a Christmas tree complete with lights! Oh yes, a yellow truck and four men can piss about for hours on a mini project like this. There's money enough for useless fuckin' signs draped between lamp posts saying "Season's Greetings"! There are still many other adornments to various lamp posts around the place. All of these were needlessly put up at great expense, and will need very shortly to be taken down. But anything essential, like gritting a road, is a pipe dream. The only true grit I've experienced recently was the 128th showing on terrestrial TV of that John Wayne classic, True Grit, put out on Friday - the last day of the year. Let's hope it's truly the very last grit we see for the next year - somehow I doubt it.
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