Well, Catherine, Do You Really Want An Answer?

 Because I don't think you'll like it...

While it's a joyous thing when the lanyard class gets its noses rubbed in the glorious diversity and lack of public decorum they are so keen to subject the rest of us to, it's a bit of a wasted opportunity if they seemingly don't learn anything frtom it. And Catherine doesn't appear to have learned anything from it.

Last Friday, the local councillor rang the doorbell, doing impromptu and – for me at least – unprecedented doorstepping, so I told her what had happened. She looked appropriately revolted and carried on. The council’s first priority, she said, after children’s services, was parcel theft. That’s great. But while it’s possible to get big post diverted to the newsagent, it’s rare our short walk to school doesn’t become an obstacle course of lethal paving, crack dealers and stool samples, not all of them animal.

So what are you suggesting to her? Remigration? More cops on the beat?  

Perhaps some public loos could be rebuilt, I said. To give people privacy for those last two activities, at least.

Of course! God forbid the druggies and public defecators lack privacy for their antisocial actions, eh, Catherine?