Blog Norwich

I do understand that we have to go some way to afford a priority for pedestrians when it come to complex road junctions, so it’s entirely appropriate that the council should upgrade the belisha beacons around here so that the flashing orange orbs now sit atop 17 foot poles (painted metal ones, not the one fixing my patio). However, which planning genius was it that determined that 11 o’clock at night would be a grand time to fire up the pneumatic drill and hammer out a pesky 6 inch thick layer of tarmac and concrete so that EDF could stick some kind of live, neutral and earth wire up under a traffic island? 11 o’clock! Not only did it wake up the students, asleep in a pile of their own fresher’s week body fluids, round the back of the garages, but it was so loud that I couldn’t concentrate on the X factor uncut behind the scenes repeat on ITV 7. I had to Sky plus it and I never watch those things. I’m too busy writing letters to the Evening News that they never print.

Next time there’s a trench to be dug outside my house in the middle of the night, could you make sure it is, at the very least, being dug to shelter from the advancing hun, that have begun a 65-year rearguard action and are determined this time to claim the city hall for the führer’s typing pool. Any other reason will provoke a furious outburst from me, durung which I will spill my tea onto my broadband router.