I am in no way disregarding people in other countries who need help, but why are we giving our hard earned taxes away when we are in debt ourselves and our country needs these funds?
I do feel sorry for these other countries, but why should we put our own country even more in debt to help them? I think we should get our own house in order before we help anyone else.
Why is it that these so called peers do not look out for our own nation like they should do. We keep accepting asylum seekers, giving them homes and furnishing them, buying their kids’ toys and even giving them mobile phones, but it has to stop. I am not racist in any way shape or form as I used to be an Olympic wrestler and wrestled every nationality colour and creed there is out there.
We have to stop accepting more asylum seekers except for the ones that are in immediate danger and in need of our help. Someone needs to take charge of this as it has already got out of hand. Our own country needs to get its priorities in order and they have to do it now.
Government is axing jobs that are needed like fire men/women police officers and nurses why not get rid of the special officers, no disrespect to them? There are also jobs going at the community drug team and the addicts need help from this service, but because these jobs are being axed the waiting list gets longer for people seeking treatment. So in the long term the crime rate will go up because these people can’t get the help and treatment they need it’s a vicious circle.
Every important service we need are having all these jobs axed there is something very wrong here. Why aren’t politicians wages being slashed so we could keep some of these vital people we really need? You know as well as me that will never happen, will it?
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Some people never learn
Once again the residents of Parsons Walk and Park Road prepare an application to allocate Village Green status to the Mesnes – will these people never learn?
Why don’t they face facts the Mesnes is not, never has been, nor ever will be a Village Green.
Picture a Green with a duck pond, a Maypole, a farmer clad in a smock, chewing a straw - not a patch of unused, scrubby land. They have admitted that they do not object to the Boys And Girls Club in principle as long as it is somewhere else, snobbery and NIMBYism at its most crude. These people ought to be ashamed for stalling this noble project.
What reply can they possibly have to the Inspectors Report that in two hours of studying the field it was used by six people, two of whom were taking a short cut, and a dog. Hardly St Mary Mead or Midsomer Worthy is it. Perhaps the worthy residents of Park Road and Parsons Walk prefer to see the Mesnes used for more nefarious activities?
J J Kenyon,
The end of an era
I am really sad to learn that John Dakeyne has passed away after celebrating his 88th birthday on July 4.
John will be missed by all who knew him and many in the newspaper world. I knew John personally and his working life history at the Wigan Observer, he was so very proud of his achievements in 1966, when ,after months of behind the scenes negotiations, his greatest time came when the Wigan Observer rolled off the brand new Crabtree web off-set printing press commissioned in the new works at Woods Street, leaving behind the old 1869 Victory-Kidder letter press.
Sales of the Wigan Observer went up and up to 50,000 copies a week, the new paper to be only the third in the country to use this revolutionary new process of printing.
It is John’s great regret that the Thomas Wall company was sold in the months before the new press rolled for the first time. The Wigan Observer was the envy of many newspaper publishers and only weeks later the first colour pictures started to appear on the front page.
John was born in Malaysia in 1922, he was a heroic bomber fighter pilot in the Second World War and became a flight lieutenant with the Halifax bombers over Germany.
After the War in 1947, John married Pat Wall the daughter of Wigan Observer’s managing director Ralph Wall.
John was invited to join the staff at the Wigan Observer and soon set about learning the business and he rose to become Managing Director after the death of Ralph Wall in 1957.
It was soon apparent to John that although the name and credibility of the Wigan Observer was impeccable, the printing process was far from ideal, Rowbottom Square had to go. Reporters became journalists, and stories came to life with colour pictures. The Wigan Observer was a success story, it won award after award for many years. The confidence of readers and advertisers in the Wigan Observer continued to grow. After his retirement in 1981 John enjoyed life at his home in Haslemere, Surrey.
Seems simple enough to me
The article by Geoffrey Shryhane about Shevington Parish Council’s newsletter raised a smile.
I would have thought it a very simple matter to establish the cost, just look at the printer’s invoice then add the invoice from Life magazine for delivery! Another example of how this Parish Council make it so difficult for residents to gain information, muddying the waters at every opportunity.
A NEWS-letter? I personally had to argue long and hard for the Orica development to even get a mention in it, but let’s be honest that’s one subject that has the lid screwed on very tightly for the last few years. I do wonder why? The recent remark in the press by the chair of “a continuing process of consultation” does ring a trifle hollow.
How about the monthly accounts being displayed in the public notice boards? That would be an excellent process of consultation, after all it is the residents’ money that the Parish Council are spending.
Coun Roy Bridge,
The Good Old Days
My name is James Winstanley, I was born and bred in Up Holland in 1923, I’m 87 now and have lived in Up Holland all my life, apart form six years in the army during the Second World War.
Orange Day on July 12 made me wonder how many readers remember the Orange people from Liverpool coming to spend the day at Abbey Lakes, it was a day of great celebrations. In the Lake grounds in those days was a small zoo, just a few animals in cages, and on the lake were small boats you could hire to row around the lake.
We only lived about a mile away and Mum and Dad would walk us down to see the animals. We would watch the trams too as they turned around at Abbey Lakes to go back to Wigan. I don’t ever remember riding on one though, we never had any money.
I hope some other readers remember Abbey Lakes in the good old days.
Town centre in crisis
There is no other way to describe Wigan town centre other than “in crisis”. Walking though Marketgate last Tuesday I was dismayed to see that even the much loved Book Clearance Centre is closing down.
I would like make a few points: Why was nothing done to arrest the decline of Marketgate some years ago?
Why was planning consent given to the Grand Arcade when surely those in power knew the fragile state of the Wigan economy, the high number of people out of work and on benefits would not be able to sustain further retail units?
Many people go out of town where parking is free or now buy off the internet, there is little that can be done about the march of progress but I have resolved to do all I can to support our town centre because I don’t want to see it become a ghost town.