+44 1480 466051





7th Aug 2022



Most of us have some element of a Victor Meldrew hiding in our soul. Muttering as a driver cuts another up, or dog dirt covers a pavement. Not serious, but irksome.


Today, mine was located after trying to walk to the river bridge in search of otters. Normally, it is one eye /ear out for birds before scanning the water from the bridge. Today, after-effects of the town's "vibrant night time economy" (to quote the ex-leader of the District Council) were all to obvious. Instead of eyes up, it was eyes down: shattered glasses, vomit and linked debris on Bridge Street to be circumnavigated.


In the place of a sound track of chattering martins, there were the curses of a Council workman picking up debris. With every part-full plastic glass there was a muttered "c---s" and takeaway trays earnt a "b------s". If found together, then the score was "fbs". 


Later today, the beer tipped out by the workman onto paving slabs, before slotting into his bag, will have become a sticky reminder of the night before. The other Meldrew would be furious. Mine? Just saddened by such selfish vibrancy.

previous posts
7th August 2022
mirror images
7th August 2022
quiet assassins
5th August 2022
early birds
4th August 2022
how many pike left
2nd August 2022
silence is bronze
2nd August 2022
ling-along a Max-bat
30th July 2022
supine convicts
29th July 2022
there there
28th July 2022
light as a feather
27th July 2022