From buses to potholes to swimming pools,Osborne’s axe is slashing the basics of any civilised societyIf your childhood happened between the mid-1970s and early 80s, you will probably recall a particularly depressing symbol of that era’s reduced budgets and shrinking horizons: the broken-down, or litter-strewn park.Slides would be so caked in mud as to make them unusable; roundabouts wouldn’t recede round; grass would recede uncut. I grew up in suburban Cheshire,and even there, the same applied: in amid the fag ends, or dog shit and broken bottles,a weird sense of times so topsy-turvy that places meant to deliver happiness had become a byword for a kind of low-level sadness. Is there a more forlorn sight than a broken swing?Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com