Busy Busy Busy.
Firstly, soon after the election, my partner and myself went our separate ways. So while going through the campaign, I was finding somewhere to live and dealing with that.
The Council have been excellent with their training for New, and Old Councillors. We had our photo taken for our ID and web page, I had peddled on my bike to get their on time, it was extremely hot for May, t shirt weather. No sooner had I got off my bike I had to don a shirt and tie and my suit jacket. The sweat was pouring from me and my head felt like it was going to explode...
We went to various meetings, looking back it seems quite a swirled up time. I was elected again, this time to the Licensing Panel, this is one of the legal Committees, we protect the residents of South Ribble as far as Licensing can go, with Taxi drivers, cars and operators, public events and pubs, clubs and bars.
As it was all new to me, I attended, and still do, nearly all the other committees, Planning, Scrutiny, Governance, Cabinet and of course Full Council.
I have also had an input on the Local Development Plan, this is to secure development around the Borough so that we get they types of development where we need them, rather than a developer dictating to us and building in the wrong place. Along with this we get a cash advance from the developer to improve the infrastructure.
I have started now to get more involved with charities, I do this alongside my radio show, a yes, I was not to have my voice or name be heard on the show during the election period, so I enlisted aDell, a computer generated voice to introduce trax for me, I should bring her back to the show, she was great.
It takes a while to understand how the council works, or doesn't work. I think I have just started to get it, so to speak. There has been much to take in, many folk to see and reams of paperwork to read.
I have also taken part in some demonstrations against the way public sector folk seem to be used as pawns to make another group look good, I find it odd that 100 billion or more in tax is avoided so they then pick on the few billion savings they can make by making folks lives worse.
I took part in the TUC march in Manchester.
It does feel we all are having to bend over backwards........
I have also taken part in the Transition movement here in the Borough
On my first visit to the Penwortham Pumpkin Patch I planted a tree as a representative of the council, the Mayor of the Borough and the Mayor of the Town could not make the 10 am shoot as it was bonfire night.
I did actually plant the tree, not just sprinkle a wee bit of dirt from the spade.
I also took part in the strike N30, I contribute to a pension as a public sector worker and was not happy with the GOV changing the deal I and my employer had signed up to.
I made a wee video with some topical music and many of my images. I also went to support those workers from the Borough who were as upset. I got up at 6 am to stand at the gates to where I worked, then off to the Civic Centre then off to Preston.
Here I am with Heather Park who stood in the Town Elections in May
As you can see, getting a belly on there.
I went to see my Dad again in October, he is doing as well as can be expected, we had quite a good time together and many laughs, we share a similar sense of humour, and we get along. He seems not to want to go out anymore, for someone who you could not keep in, it seems odd. The guy who bought the house in Burgh Road has completely stripped it to the bare stone, I had a look around, it was eery, there were still bits of the old house left, memories were concentrated on those small remnants, the hand rail that still had a bit of blood on it from when he cut himself the last week he was there, the head marks on the upstairs bedroom window where he must have looked out of 100 times, not knowing, the glass light fitting I stripped and cleaned, the workshop that never was and the many projects he had started.
2011 has been quite a mixed year, my hopes are that I can be as best a councillor for the folk who elected me as I can, that my Dad has a great year and that I do not forget my Mam and all those who have departed over the years, especially my dear friend, and best friend, James Bulter.