Make hay while the shite reeks
by planetparker
Hay-on-Wye! It summons up memories of groovy sorts who aren’t averse to a bit of gnage3, as well as hordes of flaky sorts who are,
Hay-on-Wye
to be honest, slightly past it. They may have been “with it” once but not any more; their clothes cry out not so much retro-chic as the layers of poverty with which some people become encrusted,who make their sad ways from one second-hand bookstore to another, looking for that first edition of How to be Rich and Happy for the Rest of Your Lives.
So this is hardly the setting for some slick Irish officials, each one sporting a designer suit and a name tag, bursting with arrogance and what our American cousins call attitude.
I was shocked to discover that our minister for the Environment, Gormless John, paid a visit to this town. I am hardly surprised to learn that his transport arrangements were paid for by the Irish taxpayer. Did anyone honestly believe that an Irish minister should travel by bus or by taxi, or that, God preserve us, that Irish civil servants should travel in anything but the height of comfort. You see Gormley gets the shit (as he deserves), but it wouldn’t matter who the minister was, or what his political allegiances were, Ireland’s civil servants have to be looked after. In return for their creature comforts being taken care of they make their “political masters” feel important, and give jobs to their relatives. This is an essential part of the Hoorocracy.
PS. The author of the article pointed out that the taxi fares between Hay-on-Wye and Holyhead would have been much cheaper than hiring a “People Carrier”. This fails to take account of the possibility that most Welsh taxi firms would have refused to pick up such scum as Minister Gormley’s officials.
