Our conservative constituency MP commending our local foodbank.



[u''This is a great example of the Big Society in action.''[/u



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Mind you, the same MP mistakenly thought the [iBig Society[/i also involved having his driveway tarmacced for free by local council workers.



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He was wrong, and had it all ripped up.









The MP's Mrs was not a happy bunny.





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ah yes, halcyon days. summers lasting 8 months, snow at xmas and all that. you could leave your front door open, 'we were poor but we were 'appy', *wipes a tear*



of course you didn't remember, it was 40 years ago, you were a child and it's not something people enjoy talking about. but i bet it was there.

then the parents will just have to get up a little earlier and use some of the child benefit that they get to give the poor little tykes a bowl of cereal. what is it these days? £20 a week for the first sprog then £15 a week for the rest?

Is this the best you've got? Really?









You really have no idea what a breakfast club is for do you.

if the general standard is 'what we need is home insulators to save the economy', then it doesn't really have to be much better than that, does it?



they're so parents don't have to worry about feeding their kids in a morning, all for a small fee. not so different from the 'elevenses club' at my step daughters school, where the poor, starving little urchins who are now emaciated after eating breakfast a whole hour or so before hand at 'breakfast club' can get some life preserving toast, all for a small fee.

I was right, you have no clue what they are for.

Before the [ighost town[/i it became.



A little seaside coastal resort heaving with holidaymakers, caravan sites full to bursting, pubs with music filling the high street, amusement arcades and the constant clanking of pennies and pinballs.



Frolicing at the outdoor council swimming pool in the hazy summer of '76 (now sadly cemented over, and built upon).

You should have seen the ladybird invasion of that that summer samwire.





Donkeys and sandcastles on the beach.



A thronging market and the constant aroma of frying fish and chips.



T'was a different world, halcyon days indeed, never to return.

Pass the hankie mate.







n.b

You are indeed correct.

The doors on our council estate home were very rarely locked.

yes, i heard your mam often left her front door open.

Usually her back door(s).

She was anal retentive.

aye,as an ex Merchant Seaman, "Arbroath Annie" was legendary on the east coast....

then what are they for oh wise one?

She had the tatt's to prove it.