Sorry – Wrong Number!
How twp can you get? NHS Wales is at full stretch more or less permanently. And yet there has been a rise in people ringing 999 just because they have hangovers!
And one woman who’d been savaged by a hamster – the evil brute had bitten her finger.
I wonder how these people perceive National Health Service Wales. Do they really think 999 calls to the Service are for such trivial matters?
Well, yes . . . I suppose the idiots do!
Ask The Obvious Question.
After the Wakestock Festival at Abersoch, lots and lots of tents and sleeping-bags were left behind by the crowds.
So, when Winter approaches, the freshly-laundered goodies will be handed out to people who sleep rough in Anglesey and Gwynedd. It seems to be a philanthropic gesture by St. Mary’s Hostel in Bangor.
I read about a chap who is homeless and, to judge from the photograph, unemployable. Well, unemployable, that is, unless you count selling The Big Issue gainful employment. He claims that those goodies will save folks lives.
A few years back, I was responsible for getting a popular local radio station programme on the air. The presenter would interview all sorts of people: both the famous, and the ordinary people who had done extraordinary things.
He heard that, in a small town in the station’s territory, there were “lots of Big Issue sellers”. He and his researchers discovered that there were sixteen such sellers in that tiny town. One in almost every street in the town-centre!
The local pundit in charge of Big Issue sales was contacted. Yes, she admitted on the phone, there really seemed to be sixteen of ‘em. She was asked if she’d be willing to be interviewed on his programme to discuss the loony situation. She refused (for some odd reason . . . ).
And then we complain when people from overseas come to Britain and to Wales and take “our” proper jobs. For it seems to me that selling The Big Issue is neither a proper job nor a step towards finding one.
A Tip For The Future
The Council in Rhondda Cynon Taf have bought a very special machine out of tax-payers’ money.
The marvellous machine will take mattresses and break them up into springs, fabric and foam ready for recycling.
The Council hopes that this will stop the socially irresponsible act of just dumping the things wherever the dumper feels s/he won’t be seen. A good thought.
A shadow casts itself over the idea. The massive increase in the cost of skip-hire – due to the current “recession” (? “recessions” ?) – could, ‘tis said, cause fly-tipping on an enormous scale. And the new rotten tax-rules on landfill will not help the situation.
The Wasteminster government in London already has its excuses for the situation. So our best wishes should be with Rhondda Cynon Taf’s Council.