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Author: Chris Ripple
Started: 09/03/08
Last Edited: 23/04/08
Published: 05/05/08
Revision: 1
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Reading Poetry In Fairlands Valley Park.Outline: My reaction to the council's Jobsworth from hell. One day one of these petty little people will say 'great idea... go for it...' When that day comes, hell will freeze over... I found out later he lied. We didn't need any of it. Why: fun Review: any READING POETRY IN FAIRLANDS VALLEY PARK.
To orate upon this pile of bricks this small corner of the world our stage causes small men to reach for even smaller reasons and petty rules writ loud by fools on unprinted pages to deny it's use cite child abuse a lack of insurance and checks in Police computer files and all the while others Sunday lives follow their own momentum as lovers love and ball players play with balls small men reinterpret rules and gloat how nobody has the right to use this facility that we already pay for while dogs walk past as dogs are wont to do taking no notice apart from an occasional disdainful sniff to make their mark as the all pervading pong the stench the smell the whiff of the Council Jobsworth from Hell invades the use of a flat pile of bricks this bandstand in a public park until... one dog sniffs our Council's brickwork cocks it's leg and impudently urinates over that which I need a compliance with pettiness and a police vetting procedure to stand upon causing me to think that should there be right or wrong in this matter then my money is on the dog. Author Explanation: I despise Jobsworth's. I despise lying Jobsworth's even more... I and a few others were supposed to be giving a poetry recital to a bus load of kids and their carers. Sat on the front of an inanimate pile of brickwork with the kids sat in front of us. Apparently our work would have to be vetted and censored first... Funny that... They don't do that for the bands who play on it. |
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