Thank you Isaac Watts for this Stoke Newington classic.
Thank you Isaac Watts for this Stoke Newington classic.
I was on Church Street today, minding my own business, as I do, when some school-kids with a camera and a microphone asked if they could interview me.
Because I am nice, I said yes and and asked them what it was about.
With camera rolling, the interviewer told me that Hackney Council is proposing putting – wait for it – wind turbines on Hackney Marshes and was asked, “what’s more important, football or the environment”?
Because I’m not rude and don’t swear in front of young people, I did not ask which brainiac came up with the ridiculous idea that wind turbines will “save the environment” and which dumbass thinks it’s a brilliant idea to ruin football on the Marshes for a fricking publicity stunt?
Hey, I’m all for alternative energy – and I do get that we need to conserve resources and limit the pollution we create. I also however get that wind farms belong in isolated areas and not the inner city. If they must be in the inner city, can’t you find some disused brownfield site rather than spoiling the one green space they have to play football and learn teamwork and discipline?!
Let’s look at Hackney Council’s reasons “for”. Firstly, they say, “if the 120 metre high turbine goes ahead, it will offer Hackney the opportunity to buy green energy for up to 25 years, cutting carbon emissions significantly and potentially saving money. The Council could also receive rent for the land the turbine would sit on, which could be invested in sports and playing facilities on the Marshes”.
Hummm,they could also save money by not pouring millions of pounds down the pan “project managing” Clissold Leisure Centre and Park…
Notice that Hackney, “will have the opportunity to buy green energy“. Not get free green energy, merely have the “option to buy”. Hello, are you telling me they don’t have the option to buy green energy now? Bullshit.
As for Hackney Council’s brilliant negotiating skills and “getting rent”, we need only look to the Clissold Leisure Centre and ITNet before that to see those razor-sharp skills in action. Utter fucking fiasco.
As for the second reason, “the ODA is already going ahead with one wind turbine on Eton Manor in the neighbouring borough of Waltham Forest. If a turbine was built on East Marsh, the two together could generate enough green electricity to power Hackney¹s street lighting at night and all the main Council buildings by day”.
Oh, one’s going up in Waltham Forest anyways, so we might as well have one too? As for “the two together could generate enough green energy to power Hackney’s street lighting all night and the main council buildings by day” – yes, they could. They could provide the green energy IF WE PAY FOR IT. [not to mention that the energy generated isn't earmarked to light up Hackney - just that it could generate enough to light up Hackney]
Hackney Council propose to spoil Hackney Marshes in return for a nominal rent from the turbine owner and the opportunity to BUY energy from that owner. Brilliant.
Thanks, but no thanks, Jules: you’ve done enough already.
Yet again, Hackney Council’s going to get turned over by disingenuous morons who couldn’t run a bath.
Sorry – but there is only one way to stop the Hackney Labour insanity – and that’s to vote them out of office.

Faithful readers of this blog will remember when Tabster first arrived on the scene earlier this year.
Our neighbours took Tabs to the vet, got him neutered and up to date with his shots and made him part of their family. He is a much loved cat and everyone in the block misses the guy.
Please, if you do see him – leave me a message.
NB
My neighbour confirms she had Tabster chipped.
NBB (23 September)
Tabs was found by another neighbour last week nearby. The very kind man saw me today told me how he found Tabs and where he laid him to rest. He didn’t realise, as there are lots of cats ’round here.
My neighbour and I suspected the big guy might have died, but we are still sad to have it confirmed. RIP Tabs.
NBBB (24 September)
Here, I’ve got a question for you: who buries someone else’s cat? I was thinking today – that’s something I’d never do. I’d call the council or the RSPCA, I’d put signs up saying “Found: Tabby cat, please ring 555-1212″ and I’d probably knock on some doors, but I just don’t see myself burying a random cat. Hey, this is Stoke Newington, not a farm.
Call me an old cynic, but other things don’t stack up either.