I get annoyed with out of date notices on notice boards. The large one on the side of the Town Hall is a case in point, lots of people put signs up on it but very few of them take them down again afterwards. It is not as if it is an elfen’ safety thing like the banners that need a ladder (The lantern festival banner was still up this morning, four days after the event).
When I started off as a councillor in 2004, there was a bit of a minor bunfight about that notice board as it was only really for Leeds notices, not Parish ones. (The Council eventually had their own made). Businesses started to put adverts up on it, which were removed by some of the more activist Councillors. I did wonder why their fervent desire to remove adverts for mobile discos and town cafes wasn’t matched by the obvious housekeeping of taking down obsolete posters though, so I started to do it myself. Since then, whenever I have been over to look, I have stripped out old ones for events that have been and gone.
I was doing this on Sunday morning and also took a photo of one of the posters as I didn’t have a pen and paper handy, then I noticed that a Policeman (or a PCSO) was proceeding in a Northeasterly direction towards me down the precinct. Now rather a lot of uniformed officers have shown themselves to have a rather poor understanding about the law of photography in public places so I prepared to put the Kodak into Camcorder mode in case he turned out to be another one like this. However, he showed no interest in me other than a cursory glance so Morley isn’t a Police State yet…
Walking back up the precinct to put the old posters into the bin, I saw something rather odd.
This must have been the Tingley Troll Pumpkin Pinata from the Lantern Festival. Further evidence of the parental participation during the evening could also be seen on top of the bin as well.
It strikes me that hundreds of thousands of bins must look a bit like ours does today.
One other thing seen today in Morley is a closed road in the middle of town. Four days to resurface a couple of hundred yards! Mind you, it was in a bad way though and needed it. I’d hate to live in one of the nearby flats are there was a near-constant beeping of reversing machinery when we passed. At least they aren’t doing the work at night.
Here is someone else from Morley who rummages round in bins, I believe he is called Boyd Schitt, or possibly Willy Eckerslike.
