It's a Jungle Out There
I discovered today why so much of Thanet is in an unkempt mess.
I can still remember when the grass and hedges in public places were kept neat, flowers were planted and overall, the island looked pretty in the summer.
Today, I called Thanet District Council to complain over the state of the tennis courts adjacent to my house. "The grass", I said, "Is knee high and much of it is wild barley. The hedges are in a total mess and the trees, which dump leaves into my garden in the autumn, need cutting right back, What on earth is going on"?
The council, always polite and helpful, admitted that things had changed. A result of the infamous public, private partnership initiative introduced by this government.
What this means is that here, like everywhere else, all services that can be are outsourced and these include leisure, as in Thanet Leisure Force which I'm told is repsonsible for most of the run-down sports facilities and of course the parks department, which relies on outside contractors who do, well very little by all accounts.
It seems that in those areas with a strong residents association that's prepared to make a fuss, things eventually get done but no protest appears to equal no services or very little and so in my case, the contractors have been warned that they have breached their service level agreement with the council by not maintaining the tennis courts and will be fined unless the hedges are cut in the next week.
"How much" I asked. "Twenty-five pounds", was the reply. "Big money then", I said sarcastically. "True", said the man from the council, "But if there are enough fines, they add up and I agree, it's not very satisfactory but that's how things are these days".
So, in Thanet, we pay an outrageous level of Poll Tax,over twice that I paid in London and in return, receive very little beyond the promise of a Turner Gallery, forced diversity, courtesy of social services and the loss of other services to useless, third-party contactors who milk the local taxpayer and deliver next to nothing in return.
As Richard Littlejohn might say, "You couldn't make it up".
I discovered today why so much of Thanet is in an unkempt mess.
I can still remember when the grass and hedges in public places were kept neat, flowers were planted and overall, the island looked pretty in the summer.
Today, I called Thanet District Council to complain over the state of the tennis courts adjacent to my house. "The grass", I said, "Is knee high and much of it is wild barley. The hedges are in a total mess and the trees, which dump leaves into my garden in the autumn, need cutting right back, What on earth is going on"?
The council, always polite and helpful, admitted that things had changed. A result of the infamous public, private partnership initiative introduced by this government.
What this means is that here, like everywhere else, all services that can be are outsourced and these include leisure, as in Thanet Leisure Force which I'm told is repsonsible for most of the run-down sports facilities and of course the parks department, which relies on outside contractors who do, well very little by all accounts.
It seems that in those areas with a strong residents association that's prepared to make a fuss, things eventually get done but no protest appears to equal no services or very little and so in my case, the contractors have been warned that they have breached their service level agreement with the council by not maintaining the tennis courts and will be fined unless the hedges are cut in the next week.
"How much" I asked. "Twenty-five pounds", was the reply. "Big money then", I said sarcastically. "True", said the man from the council, "But if there are enough fines, they add up and I agree, it's not very satisfactory but that's how things are these days".
So, in Thanet, we pay an outrageous level of Poll Tax,over twice that I paid in London and in return, receive very little beyond the promise of a Turner Gallery, forced diversity, courtesy of social services and the loss of other services to useless, third-party contactors who milk the local taxpayer and deliver next to nothing in return.
As Richard Littlejohn might say, "You couldn't make it up".


