OBSERVER: State of the roads drives me potty


Potholes! I’ve mentioned these before in the column and without apology return again to report the experience of a colleague who recently decided to report one in his area.

Incidentally, it seems everyone affected always complains but no-one feels it their responsibility to do anything about it. However, he decided to ring the borough offices to report said pothole.

He was put straight through to the relevant department and then began the questions: name, address, postcode, home phone number and then most important: “Where’s the pothole?”

He described its exact position and heard the young lady tapping it into the computer. Then silence. And then “I can’t seem to locate that particular position on the map”. After more information about what streets could be seen and it was obvious the young lady had no idea of where he was talking about.

“Are you in Boston?” he asked. “Oh no, I’m in Lincoln.” Eventually she found the street required and there then followed a long conversation about the size of said pothole: how big was it? How deep etc?

It appears that if it’s not more than a foot square and at least six inches deep it’s not considered worth repairing! Eventually she agreed to report it and yes it has been repaired – in a fashion!

Sooner or later someone somewhere in authority is going to realise that money is going to have to be spent on road repairs and street repairs; in fact, money is going to have to be spent on many things for which we are currently paying council tax.

It’s all very well for councils to tell us how ‘well’ they are doing, not putting up the tax and keeping costs down. But eventually someone will have to grasp the nettle and at that stage we will certainly know about costs rising.

It will probably fall to a new government or council to take that step – and then, of course, those who used to be ‘in control’ will have a field day complaining about how ‘they’ saved money! I was always under the impression councillors were elected to serve their town – not their party.