Friday, June 30, 2006

Your Council Tax money at work

The local council office is on the business park where I work. Newly built, out of town, thus forcing a lot of employees who used to walk to work to get cars. How green can you get.

Tuesdays, the marketing rep for the consortium (“Please rent some space so it isn't so embarassing that we have only built half the plots and even those buildings are half empty.”) does a “healthy walk”. I go along because it gets me out of the office one lunchtime a week, and there is a small chance there might be some approachable totty.

This week, one of the council women is telling about a publicity film she's been making, about fly-tipping. Synopsis: chap abandons car. Kid breaks in, finds nowt of interest, so starts playing with a lighter. Sets fire to upholstery. Takes pictures on his mobile. Gets overcome by fumes. Moral: it's costs less than a life to pay to get a car broken for scrap.

Notwithstanding the fact that the rampant growth of the Chinese economy now makes a car worth enough that you could sell it, rather than pay for it to be towed; if some pathetic little wankstain uses an abandoned car to autodarwinate, it should be regarded as a mitigating circumstance on the part of the owner against the charge of not recycling responsibly, that he made up for aforesaid wankstain's daddy not having pulled out in time.


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