Its seven minutes past midnight and the lights are shining bright.

Proof if it was needed that Tendring district council couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery.

Here we sat blinds open waiting for the big event.

The lights were due to go out at midnight.

Oh how many minutes I have wasted waiting for this monumental none event.

There were half a dozen burglars in masks and stripy jumpers.

Two dozen hoodies wearing trainers with vandalism on their minds.

Why am I not surprised that the councillors cannot tell the time.

Maybe they are working on Neanderthal time.

I will send them an email in the morning and complain about the waste of my time.

Now its twenty two minutes past midnight.

The witches are queuing up with the burglars and the hoodies.

They are standing around the streets of Brightlingsea sharing fags and saying what the hell is going on.

They claim their housing benefits and council tax rebates.

What the hell is going on cant a burglar earn a dishonest living anymore.

Does the vandal have to run the risk of being apprehended what’s more?

What has civilisation come to when we have to stumble along the broken pavements you ignore.

We assume that someone voted you into power but your electorate you ignore.

What will you do with the money that you save if you ever find the switch to turn off the power?

Why don’t you hold up your hands and admit you’re a useless bloody shower.

0100 lights still on?