Too many costly mistakes made
WITH the cancellation of the iconic bridge and the subsequent loss of £3.6million, can one ask what the loss of prestige has been to the city of Sunderland?
Sunderland’s Labour-controlled council has committed many money-losing mistakes.
There is a pervading cloud of nonchalance hovering around the council set up that is only apparent to those who oppose and question the council, which is to little avail as the number of Labour members dictates the outcome.
Never have so many mistakes been explained away and lines drawn under them in order to ‘move forward’.
One cannot help but wonder why they are still in office after some 40 years of mishandling ‘the best interests of our city’.
They never seem to look at what is being achieved by neighbouring authorities.
Perhaps a clue to this can be found in the City’s Corporate Plan 2014/15 in which the leader of the councillor commented: “Sunderland is a resilient city and we will continue to determine our own future rather than have it dictated to us.”
To whom is he referring when he states that our future will not be dictated by others?
It seems to many, but to date not enough thinking people, that Labour has bungled practically everything while other authorities have not.
Coun George Howe,
THE other night I had a nightmare.
Michael Gove sent me back to school to resit my maths GCE, and I wasn’t allowed to leave until I got a C grade. There I was, chained to my desk, with my old teacher glaring down at me, cane in hand.
I pleaded with Gove it wasn’t my fault I was thick at maths, but he condemned me to a life sentence sitting exams I had no hope of passing. I woke up screaming. Next night I had another dream.
Iain Duncan Smith rescued me from Michael Gove. He told me I now had to attend the Job Centre every day from 9am to 5pm.
I sat all day filling in the blank spaces on my CV.
My job search advisor was Pauline, from The League of Gentlemen (Remember her? Steve Pemberton in drag).
“I’ve got a job,” she sneered. “So I don’t know why I should bother helping scroungers like you?
“Anyway, what employer is going to give you a job when you’ve spent the last 20 years on C Wing at Frankland? And you haven’t got maths O level.”
I did eventually find work. I was hired by the Daily Mail to write stories praising Ed Miliband and other Labour politicians.
Now that really is a fantasy.
Shocked at refusal
ON visiting a charity shop in Chester Road, Sunderland, I was surprised to see a note pinned to the door, refusing any donations, ‘as they were full’.
In these days, when most people are selling their old clothes by weight, I am shocked to see any charity shop turning good-hearted people and their donations away.
Surely, if they don’t want them, they could be passed onto another branch, or another charity, seeing that they are always saying they have desperate needs of new stock.
Needless to say, my donations will go elsewhere in future.
AS a regular walker along the Roker/Seaburn promenade, I kept looking at the artists’ impressions of the improvements that were displayed along the way.
Now that the alterations are almost complete, I realise what has been puzzling me.
If you study the drawings, about half the area is enhanced with light-coloured paving stones, whereas in reality, the prom walking area is still black tarmac that looks like a patchwork quilt.
Maybe in the future when these drawings are published, they should go under the title of ‘artist’s illusions’.
Then perhaps the master copy can be stored in the archives along with all the other drawings, under the title of ‘how Sunderland could have looked’.