Just come back from Chester along and through these road
works, and I use the word WORK extremely loosely.
1 bloody mile of thousands of cones, narrow lanes, slow moving traffic, and NOT one single Transit
works van with the customary fat Irish slob sitting there in his blackened H&S HV jacket, feet on dashboard reading last weeks yellowed copy of The Sport in one grubby mit, massive metal cup of whiskey tainted tea in the other.
Absolutely NO action odf any description whatsobloody ever.
CCC West road
maintainance,
dept are going to be receiving a bloody irate phone call from me, useless werk shy bastards.