The Tory policy of the privatization of rail, water, refuse collection and the like was for the greater good. The public purse is no longer or to lesser extent propping up sectors and services that were run in a nonchalant fashion hemorrhaging money because they were luddites and refused to understand that the everything had moved on and outdated practices, attitudes needed to be dragged into the common era and expectations of service delivery by the end consumer were not being satisfied. With the privatization of once nationalized entities means that now shareholders, individuals hedge funds bank or whoever expect dividends, so the business needs to be well run, streamlined and deliver or at the AGM the board get their marching orders.
Raw sewage outlets in the sea is nothing new. Dinosaurs and mermaids and you have all shat on Flipper and Free Willie, children swim amongst whale, fish and Neptune's turds since time . Sewage is treated by water companies, I'd suggest the amount of foul waste outlet into the sea is insignificant compared the amount treated. There are probably reasons beyond our ken as to why this happens
Apocryphal fairytale. Late night candle light.
So the concerned and distraught loved ones of the 87 year old fellow that had a fall and one imagines is in some pain and or discomfort, didn't seek further advice, call a private ambulance at their expense, just use their own judgement and drive him to A&E or call their out their area's doctor that makes emergency home visits (Hants Doc where I live).
No, no,no NO! The oracles that were the product of our man's fruitful loin collectively decided to bob down Robert Dyers and buy 3 umbrellas, a plastic sheet and requisition a kid's football goal thing to provide our man, mature in years, a makeshift shelter over the concrete slab that was his enemy when gravity introduced him to it. 15 hours means that while the concerned linage watched Top Gear in the warmth of their dwelling place, while the man who walked Third Rock for 87 years lay twisted, in pain, on concrete, with only a trio of umbrellas to fend off the Nightstalker's, werewolves, pick pockets, opportunistic sodomites, bad hombres, and cold nighttime temperatures. One imagines that with no toilet he simply swamped out in his trousers... because he can't be moved! That the gold right there.
This story was concocted by powerful mind that was for real nailing late night candle light. I've called an ambulance 4 time in my tenure on 3rd Rock. The knock on then door was timed in minutes. 15 hours, I find incredulous but if by some chance it's true, it doesn't come close to reflecting the nature of the service.
Maria Miller is our Tory MP, I've been known to bung her an X on the ballot paper in the past. The hard working lady needs to keep bibbing her Range Rover, so gotta stay in office... right!