6 thoughts on “EXCLUSIVE: First 83 pages of Wirral Council’s Highway Services Contract with BAM Nuttall”

1. After the Richard Penn debacle (to which further whitewashes elsewhere are being laid down as we speak) can the public be reassured that the council will stay one step ahead of accountability even if we learn one day that the current Highways Director’s Grandma is a timeserved spark’s mate with 60 years under her belt, working for BAM Nuttall ?

   1. I would guess after the well publicised corporate governance issues surrounding the award of the previous Colas contract resulting in a public interest report that (I would hope) everyone (whether councillor or officer) was fully aware of the need to declare such conflicts of interest.

      1. What I’m saying John is they got away with it. And they got gagged and paid off in six figures.

         So why bother, in fact why not do what the hell you like because there’s an excellent chance you’re going to be protected and given a sack of cash?

2. It seems who ever does this work for the Council, over the years not one of them can do a proper job! our roads are a disgrace, most of the streetlights are faulty, warning bolards haven’t been replaced in over a year, the gulleys are all blocked the rain over the last few weeks will tell you that as the ammount of roads flooded,

   On the good news I’ve got my MP looking into this £700.00 invoice paid to check out the Fire alarm going off at Irby Library.

3. I’ll tell you what the problem is with this Council and all the other public bodies nowadays, not that anyone’s asked me or is even interested in me senile ramblings.
   They all want to get so heavily involved in all the interesting areas of work, or as they like to call it,their areas of business. That’s the problem!
   Not for them emptying the bins, cleaning the streets, cutting the bloody grass, watering the hanging rotten baskets, and keeping the place tidy, well illuminated and welcoming for people. No, for these narcissistic, sycophantic oily creeping bastards so gifted in the art of talking for hours and never saying anything, they yearn for the glamorous stuff.
   Your carbon emissions, your smoking, your drinking, your bloody health, how bright your house glows because you didn’t fancy lagging your attic, drug abuse, social cohesion, endless meetings that go on and on for immeasurable lengths of time, speed limits, health and safety, nicotine bloody patches, patches for potholes that require a great deal more maintenance than a rotten patch, foreign trips to twin us, foreign trips to win trade and bloody trips outside their area of responsibility because some twat in another County has come up with yet another idea that’ll add yet another bloody Partner to the endless chain of pointless areas of business that none of us ever asked for, yearned for or wished for as we scurry round in our daily lives cobbling together enough bloody money to pay these bastards what they want and need to carry on doing all these things to us.
   Me? I’d cull it all in one single moment. One flick of the wrist and one swipe of my pen, I’d end it all and bring every rotten thing that they ever outsourced back inside the Council and I’d leave blood on the Town Hall carpet.
   Roll them round in nettles I say. Stinging nettles. Not your mamby pamby nettles that you get in early spring. Your late August and early September nettles. The ones, when they slice through your sock and sting your ankle your compelled to howl, ‘sweet loving Jesus that stung’.
   Yes! That’s what I’d do to every single one of those holier than thou freeloaders and parasitic bottom feeders who are sucking at our teats whilst we lactate our money to ease their unquenchable passion to deliver us all a positive outcome and a robust Partnership approach to a problem that we couldn’t care less about. Bloody interesting areas of business!

4. Good Lord I’ve done it again John. Delete the whole culling and nettle thingy. I’m sorry John. Again!

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