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3rd March 2011
Hello. My name is Chris and I've decided to create this blog as I fear I'm about to embark on what Celebrity Masterchef hosts might call 'a journey'.You see, following the dreadful winter, a particular road I use to get to - and from - work has, for months, been riddled with pot holes. And, because it's a narrow road, drivers are forced to pull over into the pesky blighters which engulf your wheel with a bear munching an apple.
If you can, dear reader, try to imagine said bear chomping impressively into the all-round-family-favourite fruit. Got that image? Good. Because the consequence would be identical to what happened to my tyre this morning. Completely burst, with nothing but tattered skin hanging wretchedly beneath a once proud helm.
Driving to work this morning, I suddenly remembered I had forgotten something. Is that the same as forgetting to remember something? Anyway, I turned back and ... CRUNCH! it had got my tyre. The thing was as flat as Piers Morgan's conscience.
I replaced the tyre with a spare, took it to a garage and was told that as well as the burst tyre, the pot hole had screwed up the wheel alignment. £183 please. Great.
Now, I'm not a fan of these 'where there's a blame there's a claim' companies - and I'm not keen on the whole ethic of encouraging this kind of attitude. However, in this instance I felt, rightly or wrongly - possibly both - that I would attempt to get some compensation from Tunbridge Wells Borough Council.
l asked the garage's advice and they told me it can be done, but it's a difficult and protracted process. They make it as hard as possible for you. You need a photo of the pot hole, at least three witnesses and six months of your life that you'll never get back. What the hell. I'm up for it.
I set off to the crime scene, camera poised, ready to take on the boulevard-indolent fat cats. I pulled round the corner and was about to approach the road in question ... when ... I saw something preventing me from gaining access ...
A sign...
'Closed for repairs'
NO!
I parked up, took a photo of the sign and workers filling the holes with that grey road stuff they use and skulked off, despondently.
Bums.
However, as a die hard believer in the power of the web, I had a vision. A blog. A blog that will record everything. Let the same revolution that could topple Gaddafi take place in Tunbridge Wells Borough Council. But in electronic format.
I know the council will make things difficult for me. The man at the garage told me his mother had contacted her council after wrecking her tyre to be told, "we need a photo". The next day the pot hole had mysteriously been filled.
I only have a photo of some workers. No picture of a pot hole. Will it be enough? Will Tunbridge Wells Borough Council give me a fair hearing?*
Stay tuned...
* Probably not
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