Ilkley Rocks

Musings on smalltown life

But then…

Scrawled randomly in Local History,Smalltown life by Bertie Monday July 31, 2006 at about 12:10 pm

with devastation so vast, perhaps local minor hatreds should be forgotten?

*sobs*

Fame

Scrawled randomly in Weblogs by Bertie Monday July 31, 2006 at about 11:47 am

Who is that being quoted on the bbc website on the fires?

More fame for Mr. Yorkie Soul. Always in the right place at the right time.

Demonocrats

Scrawled randomly in Local Politics,Smalltown life by Bertie Monday July 31, 2006 at about 11:43 am

Someone claiming to be Cllr Hawkesworth has responded to my previous post. What I love is the imputation that I’m holding her commments back because I’m unwilling to listen to criticism.

Councillor Hawkesworth accusing someone else of not listening to the public, and not answering questions? I think we have a definition of irony.

While Ilkley Moor burns

Scrawled randomly in Local Politics,Smalltown life by Bertie Friday July 28, 2006 at about 6:16 pm

…Councillor Hawkesworth plots.

It seems that the fires currently ‘raging’ (and well done Maisie the sheepdog) are just the excuse the power-mad old harridan needs to suggest changing the rules governing access to the moor. Apparently, it being common land simply isn’t good enough. These fires show the need to give Bradford Council the right to close down free access.

So much for the proposed trust giving control to the ‘people’ of Ilkley. The Trust will contain the usual great and good, who will use their new powers to close down access whenever they feel like it, or whenever they and their friends fancy something like a bit of shooting. and any excuse will be good enough to concentrate more power in their hands.

Bla-uuurgggh

Scrawled randomly in Beer,Food by Bertie Saturday July 15, 2006 at about 11:17 am

Thanks to Fraser for the alcoholic marmalade. Its midday-ish, and I had meant to do some work today. But instead I’ll lie in the sun with the cricket on and hazily doze till its time for another slice of bread.

This place spoils you

Scrawled randomly in Smalltown life by Bertie Sunday July 9, 2006 at about 7:00 pm

We were house hunting in Hebden Bridge today.

Verdict: it’s not Ilkley.

But nowhere is. Which makes leaving rather difficult.

Ilkley related stress syndrome

Scrawled randomly in Smalltown life by Bertie Thursday July 6, 2006 at about 7:29 am

A little bird tells me that Father Hope, the ex-Archbish of York and now Parish Priest of the nearly-heretical St. Margaret’s, Ilkley, has been off work for the past four-six weeks.

With stress.

Yup, running a church in one of the richest parishes in the country, dealing with all those social problems, etc., tc.

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