Enjoys the Festival of the Environment and Speak Out in Hounslow

        Members of Speak Out in Hounslow with Cllr Tony Louki, Mayor of Hounslow (photo Jeff Munday)
      
In the unlikely event that anybody is simultaneously daft  enough to read this regularly and compos mentis enough to remember what  happened yesterday, they might recall that last Friday I had 174 unread emails.  I don’t know what the ‘correct’ approach to an email backlog is but I start  from the newest and work backwards. This avoids you answering chapter one when  other correspondents are already on to chapter 7 but also means you do a days  work and the 137 oldest ones have still not been read. This was a situation  that persisted well into this week but I finally got on top of it. For a bit.  The inbox is like a pint glass amongst a set of generous drunks on a round. No  sooner is the glass empty than you look around, and when you look again  somebody has refilled it.
        
Saturday morning, whilst Surgeon Melvinator tended to some  victims at the Library I was instructed by my house guest to provide a Full  English. The bonds of companionship run deep, especially when bacon and eggs  are on the menu for good Jewish boys from Bethnal Green, exiled in Austria  these 30 years where they don’t understand bacon. Well not necessarily good  Jewish boys in the eyes of the Rabbi. Then again, I claim to be half Welsh but  I can’t speak the lingo. Iechyd Da.      
      

      
Saturday afternoon I looked in at the Festival for the Environment in the Brentford Market Place, organised by the indefatigable Rin Roche. I get exhausted just talking to her, and she’s a massive asset for these parts because she gets so much done in about 107 different directions. Anyway, just caught the very end of a performance by ‘Speak Out’ (immortalised on Facebook video here)

            Sea creatures dying from plastic, as interpreted by Speak Out in Hounslow
      
Sunday was litter pick day so I was up to Carville Hall  park. Arrived in shorts and tee shirt and the only one other person there was doing  an impression of Captain Scott.  A lot  better idea than mine. Anyway we waited a few minutes to see if anyone else  appeared and since they didn’t, we made a joint executive decision that the  litter would be too soggy and probably disintegrate so to protect the  environment we’d go and have a cup of coffee instead.
        
        Some of you might know that I have a dodgy past, being chair  of a major financial institution. Well, it is a bit smaller than Barclays to be  fair and my ‘package’ was a bit less than the 5 zillion you would get for  Barclays. Exactly 5 zillion less in fact, plus I had to buy the tea sometimes.  So when the cabinet looked at the 140 pledges we are supposed to deliver and it  came to the one about supporting credit unions I felt eyes boring into me as I  looked out the window. They stayed on me, so I said OK then, I’ll do it. I am  no longer involved with the CU but a new council officer who is concerned with  financial Inclusion has joined the board and she is cooking up ways to work  with the CU to help the financially precarious. It is they whom are routinely  ripped off by doorstep and payday lenders and High Street rental shops (folks -  STEER CLEAR). So on Monday I hear about her ‘6 point plan’. It’s encouraging to  have an officer actually trying to make things happen with CUs (New members  welcome at www.thamesbank.org)
        
      On the way back I stopped off at Boston Manor park to have a  look at progress with restoration of the grass areas (and a splendid sausage  bun in the Friends' café accompanied by a good chat with the redoubtable Linda  Massey who runs the café and does a good impression of running the park under  the Friends). Progress Report: Could Do Better. Then a couple of  errands/inspections around the ward.      
      
        In the evening, a relatively lengthy meeting of the  Watermans’ trustees. Going quite well financially though uncertainties ahead –  even more so now the Secretary of State (probably better to say ‘a’ SoS as it  will likely be a new one by Tuesday) has called in the planning application. We  heard about the work they are doing with the Polish community: recently started  but they have a Polish national working there who seems to be very successful  at getting engaged with the community.
        
      Tuesday morning there is a narrow boat traffic jam in the  Brent coinciding with a large tree heading in the other direction. Plenty of  drama as the first narrow boat approaches the tree with the distaff side  of the family at the bow jumping up and down  and screaming at dad, manning the helm ¼ mile behind. He sucks on his pipe  oblivious and ploughs straight into the tree. But like Irn-Bru these narrow  boats are made from girders (maybe not in Scotland though) so it sails serenely  on between what is now 2 half trees. I watch agog but forget to film it. The  next one through was more circumspect and the timber now looked far less  threatening.
      
        I go off to Brighton for the horse racing and to meet my  house guest’s cousin (who is also a very old friend). Personally I’d as soon  watch ants going in and out of their nest as horses running around but usually  I win a bit of money. Usually. Sadly I had to run off before the end because we  had a cabinet meeting looking at various issues which will be debated and  decided at the formal meeting on 3 September – a heavy agenda including  Cycleway 9, Heathrow Consultation, some Lampton 360 business plans etc – then  an early look at how we will find the additional £24M of savings we need to  make. The latter debate will run until winter but we are gathering ideas to see  which are the least unpalatable. 
      
Wednesday and today (blog aside) are relatively free so a bit of cycling (long one Wednesday), a visit to the Doctor (nothing serious, sorry) and an inspection of the Black Dog and the Brook with a touch of light lubrication.
Cllr Guy Lambert
August 23, 2019
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